Him

Chapter Eighteen

Hannah's P.O.V.

I can't believe I just imagined being with Ross... Does that mean something? Do I like him? Or worse... Do I love him?

"Hannah, you still look a little out of it. Are you feeling alright?" Ross was looking at me with worry filled eyes.

"Oh, uh, yea I'm fine."

"Okay..."

The plane took off and before I knew it, Ross was dead asleep leaning on my shoulder.

I awkwardly try to push him off of me, but he just falls back on my shoulder.

"Fine, be like that then." I mumble to myself, crossing my arms over my chest and turning to look out the window. We're really high up.

All of a sudden, Ross falls further down so his head is on my lap. He looked slightly uncomfortable so I reached over and unbuckled his seat belt. We were allowed to have our seat belts off so I took mine off too.

Ross moved around a little, then stopped when he got comfortable.

I looked down at him and smiled a little. He's actually kinda cute when he sleeps. I started rubbing my hand up and down his muscular arm. Damn, this boy has serious muscles.

"Hannah, what are you doing?"

I don't think I've been more scared in my life, "You're awake?"

"Yeah, but I won't be any longer if you keep rubbing my arm." I could tell by his voice that he was about to pass out again. I just continued rubbing his arm until I knew he was asleep.

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We had arrived in the town and were all finding taxis.

Ross and I hailed the first cab, so we were almost to the hotel.

"Hannah, did you want to go have dinner after we get situated?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty hungry so that'd be really nice, Ross." I smiled at him, "But I'm paying."

"Oh, you're funny! You know I'm not going to let you pay for our dinner."

"I won't go if I can't pay."

"Hannah." Ross wined, looking at me with his puppy eyes. He thinks that works on me, but it doesn't.

"I'm paying."

"Fine."

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Ross and I were walking down the street to the diner we were going to have dinner at.

"Ross, why are you so nice to me? And don't say it's because you love me, I know you get mad and frustrated at me sometimes. Why are you so nice? Even when you're mad at me, you're nice to me."

"I'm nice because, even though I do get angry with you, I can't stay mad at you. Every time you look at me I feel happy because you don't ever have to talk to me or look at me, but you do and it makes me feel so happy. I can't really explain it." He looked at me, smiling widely.

I just smiled back, I had no words to say about his speech.

We walked into the small diner and seated ourselves. I was looking through the menu when I felt something kicking at my ankles. It wasn't rough kicking, it was soft kicking.

I looked up from my menu, giving Ross a weird look. All he did was smirk, and I felt the kicking again.

I see what he's doing. I'm going to pull a little prank on him...