Zobeida De Jesus was the 20-year-old sister of Zabdiel, a member of CNCO. She was by no means riding her brother's coattails, already a successful actress in a tv show called 'Shadowhunters'. This firey, headstrong, Latina moves to Ecuador with the...
Once again, being the only 'single' members of the group had advantages. For example, nobody questioned it when they were alone together. Hell, they could fall asleep on one another. Of course, Zabdiel didn't like it so he almost always made sure they weren't too cuddly. But, they almost always got seated together on car and plane rides. Which was exactly the case today.
"Come on, I'll let you lay on me when we get to the waiting area." She persuaded a sleepy Christopher to move quicker, having already gotten off of a seven-hour flight. They had another flight in three hours, but everyone was dead to the world as soon as they sat down to wait. Zabdiel and Madison, specifically.
"I know you're tired, bebé." Zoe found a secluded corner and sat with her back against the wall, Christopher slouching beside her. "Come here," She patted her lap for him to rest his head there, doing so instantly. He was adorably clingy when he was tired, rather like a koala bear. Christopher loved laying on her because she would always play with his hair until he fell asleep, soothing both of them. "Get some rest,"
Christopher latched onto her arm, pulling it across his chest like a seatbelt. "You need to sleep too. I can't have my niña passing out on me," He murmured with his eyes closed, a blanket slung over the both of them. Zoe smiled tiredly, trying to fight off sleep for as long as possible. Christopher must have sensed this, for he cracked one eye open to give her a stern look. "Close those beautiful eyes, for me." She sighed, doing as he instructed.
"Sleep well, Princesa."
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"Zoe, we're getting ready to board."
Edith gently shook Zoe's shoulder, making sure to wake them before Zabdiel. Zoe nodded groggily, looking down at Christopher's angel-like features with a smile. "Bebé," She stroked his cheek, eventually getting him to open his eyes. "It's time to get up," Christopher stared up at her for several moments before nodding, trying to push himself off of her. He wasn't being rude or anything, she knew that, but he just didn't talk much when he woke up early.
Erick went over to wake up Zabdiel and Madison after Edith gave him the okay. "I'll be right back," Christopher told Zoe before disappearing, the girl still trying to wake up her tired limbs. She was pulling on her backpack with his suitcase in her hand when he returned. "I figured you could use this," In his hands were two plastic containers of orange juice, one for each of them. Even in his hardly conscious state, Christopher was still so loving.
"Gracias, Guapo." Zoe took her drink from him in return for his suitcase. Christopher shot her a wink, turning around when the attendant announced they were boarding. "It looks like you're stuck beside me in first class," She grinned, bumping his hip on her way past. He managed to sneakily pinch her ass, resulting in a small jump of surprise. "Keep it up and I'll find another man to sit with," Zoe challenged, knowing the mere thought would piss him off.
Christopher glowered at her, practically steering her to their seats. Somehow they'd ended up in the front of first-class with everyone else in the back. They were all still exhausted and planned on sleeping their entire eight-hour flight. Zoe and Christopher were no exception. As they took their seats and get comfortable, Zoe spread out their blanket across their lap. She raised the arm-rest so that they could curl into one another, the only way they found themselves being able to sleep lately.
"Get over here," She motioned him in, instantly slinging his arm around her. They shifted so that they were laying at an angle, his head resting on her chest. "Are you excited about tomorrow?" Zoe chatted while waiting for the plane to take off, knowing he would do the same thing. Tomorrow they would be performing at the X-Factor finale with Little Mix. Their fans had loved seeing and hearing Zoe in the music video so they decided to surprise them by having her perform live.
"Very. Are you?" His hand snaked up the side of her hoodie, brushing against her skin. Zoe nodded distractedly, fiddling with his hair. It was one of her nervous ticks, one of many. "Don't be nervous. You'll do amazing," Christopher mumbled against her boob, unintentionally tickling her. She burst out into a tiny giggle, startling him. "What?" He chuckled, watching a tiny blush gather over her cheeks.
"I'm ticklish, you know that." Zoe forced out, pouting adorably. Christopher gave a real laugh, shifting their positions so that she was lying on him. "Thank you," He pecked the crown of her head, tucking the blanket around them. Zoe slipped her cold hands in between his tank and sweatshirt, trying to steal his body heat. She pressed her ear to his heart, listening to its rather erratic beating. "Your heart's beating really fast,"
Christopher snorted, thankful that they'd turned off the cabin lights so she couldn't see him blush. "Yeah, well. You have yourself to thank for that," Zoe grinned cheekily up at Christopher who rolled his eyes, taking off his snapback and shoving onto her head. The hat swallowed her smaller head, Christopher adjusting it once he'd gotten done laughing. "Along with that new top you're wearing,"
She had on a white spaghetti strap cropped top with a pair of Adidas joggers. On her feet were a pair of red and black air forces that matched Christopher's. It was something they had before they were dating so they saw no problem with matching in public. Her hair was straightened with half of it pulled back and it seemed that his black snapback completed her look. He honestly loved it when she stole anything of his to wear, except it turned him on. The shifting he did in his seat made that clear. Zoe smirked, glad that their cubby had a divider as she slid to the floor.
"Zobeida, what-"
"Shh, Papi. You have to be quiet,"
"With that pretty little mouth of yours, I won't be making any promises."
