The Three Laws of Motion [Damien Haas, Shayne Topp, Ian Hecox]

ACCELERATION - 4. Seating Arrangement

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Thank you guys so much for 600+ reads here and also 1.4k+ reads on ABNQ and 3.9k+ reads on AWITG! That's just awesome, man. Y'all are great peeps.

After T3LOM, there'll be Here's To Us, and I did announce I'll be doing Twelve after HTU, but due to scheduling conflicts, massive plot holes, and just not enough interest, I'll be doing something else after HTU! Of course, the announcement will come out after I actually finish conceptualizing it, but it's TENTATIVELY called "Love, Shayne Topp," where the angel watching over Shayne Topp gets tired of seeing him heartbreak after heartbreak and decides to intervene. I'd like to know if anyone would be interested if it's a Shayne x OC or a Shayne x Reader, so let me know, okay?

Wow, okay! So much for that. Shayne's POV in this one aaaaand see yaaaaa!

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New York's amazing, but what will make or break it for you would be the people you'll spend the flight with.

Now, I'm kind to strangers. Polite would be the term, but sometimes even strangers, sometimes coupled with circumstances, take it a bit far. First, the guy at the cashier looked at Damien, Ian, and I as if we were hillbillies or something. Next, our flight got delayed thrice, which resulted to us waiting impatiently at the LAX, trying to calm ourselves down by playing a couple of games on our phones. Lastly, when we were finally on board, we were separated because of a pregnant lady. I don't dislike the lady, but it sucks to not be with your friends on possibly the worst flight of my life.

Ian got the window seat while Damien sat next to him. I became the unfortunate soul who sits on literally the other side of the plane with some stranger. The only good part of this is I got the window seat.

"Drinks, sir?" the flight attendant asks me with a smile. "We have some iced tea and water."

"Yeah, water, please," I answer before being handed some water. "When will the meals be served again?"

"In a couple of hours," he replies before leaving.

"A couple of hours, huh?" my seatmate mumbles as she turns her small TV screen on. "Might as well watch a movie to ease the hunger."

"I, uh, have a Snickers bar with me if you want it," I tell her, taking the chocolate bar out of my jacket's pocket.

She takes it with a smile. "I know you're a stranger and you're probably pissed that our flight got delayed thrice, but thanks for being nice," she replies before splitting the bar in half and handing it back to me. "Here you go. This will be a tough couple of hours if you ask me."

"Thanks," I say to her. "Uh, what're you gonna watch?"

"I dunno, I was actually gonna ask you for some recommendations," she answers, grinning. "I wanna watch something that keeps the mind, you know, going. Ooh, they have this psychological thriller here."

"That's a good one," I tell her. "I mean, if you really want your mind to keep going, that's psychologically freaky but it will keep you thinking. Take it from a psych grad."

"Nice, psych grad," she remarks before extending her hand. "My name's Y/N, headed to Manhattan before going for Staten Island to visit my parents. You?"

"Shayne," I reply, shaking her hand. "With my friends for a meeting in Manhattan. They're on the other side of the plane because the pregnant lady requested for a change in the seat plan."

"Yeah, the lady wouldn't want her baby to see the scary mind-scarring film, would she?"

"Yep... is that the reason why?"