Repair | Bexey x Lil Peep drabbles

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We were sitting on the plane together, him by the window and me next to him, a middle aged business woman to my right. My head was on his shoulder and i stared down at where our hands laid on his leg, pinkies linked. We were listening to whatever had come up on shuffle on my phone. He had one ear bud and I had the other.

We were relaxed. He was a little stoned before we boarded and I had taken my anxiety meds. It was cold on the plane but he radiated warmth, which is probably why I was sitting as close as possible to him.

One of the stewardesses got on the over head speaker and told us we'd be in LA in ten minutes, and to make sure our seatbelts were fastened. I had never taken mine off, but Peep had. I craned my neck up to look at him. At the same time he looked down at me with a dopey face. He made no effort to do as directed.

"Put your seatbelt together," I said softly despite my voice being rough from inactivity.

He just chuckled and shook his head.

I laughed and sat up a bit, shifting my weight to face him. I reached across his lap to grab the other end of the seatbelt and clipped them together, my hand skimming over his crotch and he laughed as I pulled the belt taunt.

"Jesus, Gus," I looked at him shaking my head, laughing a little. Leave it him to get a semi out of nowhere. My mind raced trying to think of what caused it. What was going through his mind.

He just smirked at me and linked our pinkies together again.

"Don't ask," He laughed, and I scanned his face trying to read his mind.

"I wasn't gonna," I breathed, dropping his hand, facing forward again and grabbing my backpack off the floor and setting on my lap as I slumped in my seat.

The plane began to descend and I got our passports out of my bag along with my visa.

We were going to be staying in L.A. for a few weeks to record some music with Ned. I was also planning to design a new merch item. L.A. had such a weird energy. People were always doing things, starting projects and shit, but it almost seemed superficial to me. Peep loved L.A. though. It was different to his suburban childhood setting.

He liked the thrill of traveling, and so did I. To an extent. No matter where I was I just missed the gloom and rain of London in the back of my head.

The plane was landed and Peep undid his seat belt, immediately standing up but was hindered by his height. He had his head craned so it wasn't hitting the overhead luggage compartment and I laughed, standing up as well.

We waited for most of the other people to get their shit and exit as we didn't have anything other than my backpack.

As we waited Peep hooked his finger in my belt loop, tugging me back towards him.

"What the fuck?" I giggled, my back against his chest as my attention was shifted from the lady I had been sitting next to for hours to the giraffe behind me.

Peep was smiling down at me, his hair falling in his face, but he didn't say anything.

"Text Rayn and tell him we landed?", I asked him. I could feel his fingers on the loop of my shorts still, keeping me near him and conveniently out of the way of the lady trying to get her luggage down. Rayn had flown out a few days before us because he was sick of the rain. I'm pretty sure there was another reason but I didn't pry.

"Yeah," He said, getting out his iPhone with his free hand and tapped out his text.

"Let's go," I said as he put his phone in his pale yellow Gap hoodie. Most everyone was off or still getting luggage down and I knew we could squeeze by.