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{Fire's POV} Welp. Me and Moose were waiting for our plane home but I guess not. It got delayed. Great. Just fucking great.
It's way too uncomfortable to sleep in the lobby chairs, so me and Moose walk around. Me and Moose eventually sit down in front of a big window and look out at the stars.
I sit in Moose's lap and Moose wraps his arms around me. He rests his chin on my shoulder. Then he got an idea.
"For every plane we spot you have to say a thing you love about me and vice versa," he whispers. I nod, my eyes droopy.
We sit in silence for a while until Moose spots a plane. "I love how you can take on anything," he says, leaving me a blushing mess. Moose spots another plane.
"I love how you're such a caring and strong person," he says. I blush again and the game goes on and on.
I finally confess my love to Moose. "Moose, I love how strong you are, how you can be yourself, how romantic you are, how positive you are. I can't even believe how cute you are and how lucky I am to be best friends with you," I admit.
Moose is about to say something else until I tackle him to the floor and kiss him.
