The Trip Around The World (Hamilton)

Chapter 4- Intense Airplane F(l)ight

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Thomas' Pov

I watched as Alex blinked tiredly, occasionally letting out a yawn. Hah, what a dweeb.

I let out a scoff, "It's only 12:30, and you're already tired? What a scrub."

"Hey, cut him some slack, Tommy. He drove us all the way here, at least thank him." James grunted, burying his face into my hair.

"He's too tired to give any fucks, Maddie. Also, it wasn't that far of a drive."

James lightly punched me on the arm, causing me to cry out quietly.

"Okay, ow, was that really necessary?"

James pouted, scowling.

"For a jerkface like you, yes."

"A hot jerkface," I added.

James scoffed once more, turning away from me, but pulling me closer to him.

"You know, the clouds look beautiful today..." I whispered into James' ear, making him quiver just a bit.

"Y-yeah... And you know what else is beautiful, Tommy...?"

We inched closer, our feeling our breathe bounce off of our faces.

"What..?"

James abruptly pulled away from me, quickly facing the waiter down the aisle.

"That food on the cart over there."

I rolled my eyes, grumbling in annoyance. I playfully and lightly punch James' arm, earning myself a giggle from the short man.

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John's Pov

I caressed Alex's head, giving him massages. 

As soon as Alex drifted off to sleep, a waiter came passing by to hand out some snacks, and hopefully, a cup of coffee.

"Hello, there. Welcome to Delta Airlines, what may we get for you?"

The kind waitress pulled out a list of food they have and could cook on the plane just for us.

I kindly received the list, scrolling carefully. Wow, I knew Angie and Thomas had made an agreement and had reserved us our own little private flight, but I really wasn't expecting all of this!

"Oh, um..." I bit my lip, squinting slightly. I just wanted a plain meal, something cheap. I really did not want to add on Angie's and Thomas' budget for food. After all, they've done so much for us.

"I'll just take a glass of water, as well as a cheeseburger. Just the entrè."

"Will that be all for you, sir?" She asked, a sweet tone completely taking over.

"Um, actually. I'd like to add on to that. Could you please add a cup of coffee? Dark brewed, and make it a bit bitter, please."

"Now, would that be all?"

"Yes, and thank you."

"No problem, honey~" The waitress winked, swaying her hips as she strutted down the aisle.

As I watched her walk away, I tried to process what had just happened. I knew exactly what was going on, she was hitting on me. Though, unlucky for her, I'm too gay. Nobody could beat my gay level. And besides, I have the perfect man sitting right next to me, sleeping in my arms.