Icy - John Mulaney x OC

19 - That's Texas Babey!

Our flight was very very early in the morning. We had to get up at 2 AM just to get to the airport on time. Even Laura, a morning person, was not happy at all with the situation.

We didn't really talk on the way to the airport, save for one occasion. We were taking a bus from the rental car place, and the only other person on the bus was an extremely old lady who was asleep. John was on his phone, I had my headphones in, and Laura was texting someone. It was 3:07 in the morning and she was texting someone. Someone who was actively texting back judging by the look on her face.

I popped an earbud out and leaned over to her. "Hun, it's 3 in the morning," I said. "Who could you possibly be texting?"

Laura grinned at me, rubbing at her eyes a little bit. "It's Margaret," she said. "we've been texting back and forth for days."

I nodded.

"I'm gonna miss her now that I'm going back to New York." Laura continued. Suddenly, she perked up. "Ooh! Maybe I can convince her to visit us sometime!"

I nodded again. "Whatever you do, don't move back to Texas. Please. For the love of God."

Laura nodded, completely lost in thought. "Texas, yeah," she mumbled, her fingers flying across the screen as she typed.

I put my earbud back in and leaned back to where I had been before. John's shoulder was in my spot. I contemplated maybe pushing his shoulder out of my way or violently throwing him off the bus, (I was so tired cut me some slack) but I ended up going for the less extreme and resting my head on his shoulder.

By this point, it shouldn't have been that much of a surprise, but I'm dumb and gay, so when John responded to that by resting his head on mine, I jumped a little. Unexpected, but not bad.

I must have passed out because I closed my eyes and the next thing I knew, John was gently shaking me awake and the music in my ear had gone from a calm track to a very loud version of the intro of Mr. Brightside.

"I can hear your shitty music from over here," Laura complained, gathering her luggage.

I turned off the music and stuffed my phone and earbuds into my pocket. I was still tired as all hell. I went through security and everything half asleep and collapsed into my chair in the waiting area.

John sat next to me. "You look tired," he commented.

"Really?" I said sarcastically, before losing all my energy and simply nodding. "I am tired."

He leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek. "I'll get you some coffee," he said, standing up.

"Thank you." I didn't open my eyes but gave a thumbs up in the direction I thought John was.

Like, ten minutes later, John sat back down. He handed me my coffee.

"Thanks," I said gratefully, taking the coffee from him. "Was there a long line?"

John looked sheepish. "No, some people wanted pictures and it took a while."

"Cool," I said, taking a sip of my coffee. John got my order perfect. Iced and so sweet you can't even taste the coffee.

Laura perked up. "Oh yeah! I keep forgetting we're in the presence of a celebrity,"

I nodded.

The speaker announced that our flight was boarding, so the conversation was abandoned as we got our carry-ons in order and chugged our coffees as we stood in line so we could get onto the flight.

"Want the window seat?" Laura asked as we got on the plane.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "You know I don't."

I ended up sitting between Laura and John. I picked my movie and leaned back in my seat so I could enjoy it as the plane took off. Laura and John were chatting, but I had headphones for the movie on so I didn't hear them, nor did I really care. As long as I focused on the movie, I couldn't think about what the plane was doing.

Occasionally, I joined in on the conversation when there was part in the conversation, but eventually John and Laura each turned their attention to the screens in the seats in front of them.

The plane didn't crash, so that was good. All in all, the ride was generally uneventful.

We successfully made it through security and baggage claim and Laura called a Lyft as we got out. John and I sat on a bench, waiting.

"I'm SO happy to be back," I told him. "I can't wait to get home and..." I trailed off.

"What?" He asked.

"I can't go home," I said sadly. "I have work."

John patted my back sympathetically.

"I was going to take the biggest nap," I said.

"I know, honey."

I put my head in my hands. "I should've slept on the plane."

"Yeah, probably."

The Lyft came and we all piled in. Thankfully, it wasn't a very long ride to our apartment. I think I can say, with certainty, that walking into your home after you've been gone is the best feeling ever. Unfortunately, I had about ten minutes before I had to leave for work. The Lyft had already left. I called another one, and it would take John home as well as me to work.

I quickly changed out of my traveling clothes so that I could look presentable, and then brushed my teeth and hair and stuff. I bade Laura a quick goodbye, and then followed John to where the Lyft was waiting.

"What are you doing for lunch?" John asked as we neared his place.

I shrugged. 

"We should do something," John decided. The Lyft stopped so he could get out. He kissed me and got out of the car, grabbing his bags as well. "I'll text you," he said.

"Okay," I said, pulling the door shut behind him. I knew he would.

"Charlie! How are things?" Sherri asked excitedly as I got to my desk.

I smiled at her, draping my coat over the back of my chair and sitting down. "Hey, Sherri," I said. "Things are good."