Lams Fluff [In Progress]

The Flight Out Pt.2

A/N: This is a recent picture from Alex Lacimoire's Twitter (follow him at @LacketyLac)  of Lin "getting very into Cabnit Battle 2" while practicing for Puerto Rico. LOOK AT THIS CUTIE. LOOK AT HIM. HE'S IN THE FUCKING AIR. THIS BOI IS SOARING, AND I AM PROUD OF HIM.

Angelica's POV (oof, changing it up)

I am so, so, so sick of being alone. 

I feel like crying.

Especially as I hear the laughs and giggles from the people in front of me, mostly Alexander and John. I usually don't throw this word around, like ever, but I loved Alexander. So much. We held the most intelligent interactions that I've ever had with anyone. I probably could with Thomas, but he barely talks to me ever since I slapped him. 

It wasn't so much a sexual attraction between him and I(since that doesn't happen to me) but it was the meeting of minds. It was such a wonderful feeling. I remember thinking, "Oh, so this is what it feels like to match wits". I can tell what he's thinking, how he's thinking it, and how he got to that spot. Honestly, I think matched intelligence is more important that physical attraction. 

And it's not just Alex and John. They're plenty physical, almost as Herc and Laf are. But I want the innocent things- staying up late talking, intelligent conversation, sitting next to each other just enjoying the other's company, late night talks, and absolutely destroying them at Mario Kart. Things like exchanging books and notes and papers and stuff. Someone to be around.

 My problem is no one wants to be with me because I don't want to have sex. I don't want the relationship to go further than romantically. Mostly when people think "getting married" or "moving in together" is "oh, they're gonna have sex". And I don't want that. Ever. 

I look up and over and see Peggy and Maria giggling and poking each other in the stomach. See? Something like that. I close my eyes and lean back as the last group comes onto the plane. I'm glad I got the window seat. 

Some guy is sitting next to me. I peek my eye open to look at him. Holy schnitzel. He's hot. 

You know what else I'm sick of? People thinking that asexual people can't be attracted to people. I am attracted to a hella of a lot of people, just not sexually. 

He's wearing a suit, sharply pressed, nicely tailored. Great jawline. Dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes. Nice nose. Good eyebrows. Nice hands. I've always liked long hands. Looks like he plays piano based on where the calluses are. Maybe. Maybe not. I'm good at things like this. I could tell that John used to play guitar cus of his calluses. 'Liza plays violin.  Where was I? Oh, yeah the hot guy.

aaaaaaand fuckity fuck. He must've caught me looking, because now he's smiling at me. I snap my eyes back to the chair in front of me so fast, but it doesn't do any good. He saw me. 

"Hi." Oh god, his voice. I need to calm the fuckity frick down and stop thinking about him. Bored expression, raised eyebrows, and condescending voice.

"Hello." I say, turning to him as I say it and then right back to the boring back of the seat. I sound unnatural. He tries to put his arm on the armrest and I softly hit his hand as I put my arm on the other one also.

 He gives a soft laugh and then says, "Alright, you get both then." Damn right I do. "How are you?"

"Obviously good, I'm going to Puerto-frickin-Rico."

"Well, I wouldn't say obviously, y'know, you could be fleeing the country because of debt or a murder or something."

"There could always be that possibility." I say with a laugh. No, no, no. I can not let my guard down. I'll just get hurt again. But I suppose it wouldn't be a harm to introduce myself.