That Smile (Dave East Fanfiction)

Nine.

Faith's POV

"Back to the city," I mumbled to myself, walking into LAX airport to check in for my flight back to New York.

I completed my summer internship and have a job opportunity already after I graduate in December. God is good!

Since Dave and I's first date we have talked non stop. Whether it's on the phone, texting, or FaceTime, we've found the time to talk to each other. We haven't had the time to physically see each other much. With me wrapping up the internship and him traveling to do shows and his music, we couldn't find time to meet up. Which is fine. We both understand that the other is busy at times. We're not dating anyway so it's cool.

It's currently 4:30....in the morning. Yes it is early, but I'd rather take an early, nonstop flight, than a late flight with stops. Plus there's not too, too many people here. It's late/early so most would avoid these flights. Once I got situated and went through security I waited until my flight was called.

With this flight you're able to pick where you want to sit. I'm heading to the back. I wanna be in the cut. I'm really hoping that whoever sits beside me doesn't bother me. Just let me be at peace during this flight. Please. That's all I ask of you.

Me being nosy, I lift my head to see over the seat in front of me to see possible seat mates for this ride. An older white man sits in the outside seat. Cool. Maybe with him doing that, no one would want to sit in between us. Good looking my guy. Squinting my eyes I see Dave. Yo what in the world?! I mean I don't mind, but come on now. This is wild. Why I keep running into this nigga?

I quickly duck down, hoping he didn't see me, even though I low key hope he did so he can sit with me. What? I don't want to make it too easy for this man. He gone have to work for it.

"Let me squeeze by you my man," I hear David tell the man. My stomach is full of butterflies and a warm feeling right now.

"Dave? Oh hey! Funny seeing you here. How've you been?" I pretend to be surprised.

"We were just texting 10 minuets ago. We both know you saw me walking this way." He said once he sat down.

"I mean it was worth a shot to pretend," I smile looking at him.

He pulls me into a hug. "I missed you," he mumbled into my neck.

"I missed you too" I told him honestly. I did miss him. A lot. I enjoy being in his presence. I enjoy his attention. I enjoy everything about him.

"Switch seats with me," He slid in. I pull away giving him an amused face.

"Oh no sir. You wanted to sit with me. Not the other way around." I tell him sitting back, facing towards him with my arms folded, with a smirk.

"Come on. I know you wanted me to sit with you. I'm a nigga. I don't want to be sittin close to another man." He told me in all seriousness.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed in disbelief. "Oh get over yourself. Not every man is gay and not every man is looking to take your masculinity. That's unattractive and corny." I tell him truthfully. That's something that gets on my nerves. You can be a hood nigga, but you don't have to be a dick. I find things like that just plain rude. This elderly man isn't even thinking about Dave. I motioned for him to get up so we could switch.

Once I buckle my seatbelt for takeoff, I throw my earbuds in and blast music. I don't even want to talk to him right now. Like that was really uncalled for. Just ask to switch seats. I don't need the extras.

An hour into our flight I feel my phone vibrate. Looking down I see a text from this negro. I don't even check his message and put my phone back down. I hope he saw that too. A couple of seconds later I feel it vibrate again. Then again. Getting annoyed I turn my head and give him an annoyed look. As if to say chill and leave me alone. He still texted me again. Sighing I finally look down at my phone.