Michael's POV
"Joi?" Her name just comes out in a whisper, is she actually standing right in front of me? I don't think twice of jumping out of my seat and hugging this girl that's in front of me.
"Sorry, do I know you?" She says and instantly let go of her, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.
"Oh I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else" I apologize, looking down trying to avoid eye contact as I put my arm behind my head trying to hide the embarrassment which didn't help as I end up hitting my head on the compartment. "Ow, fuck" I whisper trying not to make a big deal out of it.
I suddenly hear a snicker and I would know that sound anywhere and I look up again to make sure I'm not dreaming.
"Hi," she says, trying to keep her laughter at a minimum while giving a small wave. I roll my eyes and wrap my arms around her as tight as I can. "Michael, I can't really breathe" she sighs out.
"I don't care, I don't want to let you go. Ever." I mumble into her hair. I take in a deep breath and close my eyes, letting the smell of her hair filling my nostrils. A smell that I have familiarized myself with happiness and comfort.
"Sir, the plane is about to take off. Please take your seats." The flight attendant says. I open my eyes to see that the passengers on the plane are staring at Joi and I, but also Luke has this camera pointed at us and I can't help but feel that it has been recording everything that has happened.
"Right, sorry." I awkwardly let go of Joi and make way for her as she settles into her window seat and buckles up. I settle into mine as well, buckling up the seat belt and smiling back at the flight attendant as she leaves to demonstrate the flight safety instructions.
I lean back into my seat trying to wrap my head around what just happened. I then feel a hand over mine and look to the side seeing Joi with a soft smile on her face.
"How come you didn't hug me back?" I blurt out. I mentally slap myself for asking her that, I probably just ruined the moment. "I'm sorry I didn't mean-"
"Michael," she starts with a disapproving tone. Oh, look what you've done now you idiot.
"I'm sor-" I try again but this time her index finger is over my lips which instantly makes me shut up. She gently cups my cheek with her hand and moves closer, closing the distance between us.
"You talk too much," she whispers. Our noses are merely touching and I can feel her breath tickle my lips. "Besides, I didn't hug you because I would rather do this instead." Our eyes lock for what it feels like a moment frozen in time, but when she closes the distance between our lips -- well, everything just seems so right.
a/n: when Luke says bitchin' its just another reminder of how punk rock they are
Did anyone get feels reading this cos I know I did
