The Death Of Me {Jamilton}

For Once It Isn't Up For Debate, I Know More Than You

{Alexander's POV}

Every single day seemed so much longer and fuller with Thomas, it was almost a surprise for me it hadn't been long since Christmas, aka the day we started dating. Although of course, it couldn't have been too long, even if it felt that way, seeing as the trip he planned for us was only two weeks after Christmas. The one unfortunate thing that came along with trips? Packing.

I didn't have nearly as much as Thomas did, even after "borrowing" some of his clothes. We'd decided to share a suitcase, at least for the bulkier stuff, we both still had our carry on's for things that we wanted to bring that wouldn't fit with our clothes and other essentials.

I'll be honest, I'm not really a fan of flying, I've been on a plane once, and the small amount of turbulence we got kind of freaked me out, then again I was used to living on an island, and unlike some people I kept my feet firmly on the ground, swimming was a big no for me since the hurricane, and planes? As I said, only rode one once, and I wasn't exactly a fan of it. Not at all actually, but if I wasn't about to rant about the anxiety it could cause me, nobody wants to read sixty pages on airplanes and all the things you could have to worry about with their functionality.

Groaning, my eyes scanned the suitcase in front of me, I tended to get paranoid about the smallest of things, such as worrying if I didn't bring enough clothes, I knew the shops there if I needed to Thomas and I could go clothes shopping, I had no reason to be getting worried about this at all, this was my home island! I knew the people there, I knew the shops, the homes, the beaches, I had no reason to let my anxiety get the best of me over how many pairs of clothes I packed.

As I contemplated one of the simplest questions I'd ever given myself, my phone started ringing, I glanced over briefly then back to the suitcase before it hit me that it wasn't just a notification. I quickly grabbed it, looking at the contact on screen, I gained a small smile and clicked to answer.

"Hey John, what's up?" I spoke once I'd answered.

"The sky, Alex, I thought you were smart." John answered with an "are you kidding me" tone to his voice.

I paused a moment before giving a snort of laughter, "That joke is terrible, fuck you."

"Sir! You have a boyfriend!" He exclaimed.

"You piece of shit, I didn't mean it like that."

"Well, what if I didn't know you didn't mean it like that."

"But you did. Now, what's going on?"

"Eh, not much actually, I'm just bored and thought I'd call my favorite coffee monster. How about you?"

"I'm packing right now for the vacation Thomas is taking me on. I'll get to be the one who understands everything when we're in the Caribbean and he won't know anything, so I win."

"Of course you're making it a competition."

"You pretend like you don't know who you're talking to, I'm pretty sure it's not a surprise at all that I'm turning into some form of a competition."

"So how long are you guys going to be gone?"

I stood up and walked over to the closet to see if there were any other clothes I wanted to shove into the suitcase, "We're leaving tomorrow morning and we'll be gone for a week."

"Damn, so you're just abandoning me, that's harsh man."

"Phrase it how you will, I get to be somewhere familiar for a whole week! Did you know that New York has over three-hundred and fifty times the amount of people as the island I'm from?"

"Culture shock must have hit you hard, huh?"

"Hit me hard? That's putting it lightly."

"Alright, well have fun with abandoning me, asshole."

"You know what? Just because you said that I will."

A few funny remarks later and we hung up, and I was forced to return my gaze to the suitcase, I was pretty sure I had everything so after a double and triple check I closed it, zipping it up and pushing it to be near the bed where both my carry on and Thomas's sat, so they were ready for tomorrow seeing as we had to get up and head to the airport so we could get on the plane to go to a place where it wouldn't be up for debate, I would know more than Thomas for certain, and I would get to shove that in his face all week, and you can bet I was going to, he won't get to explain my endless mentions of how I know more than him about the island, by the end of our vacation he'll be begging me to shut the fuck up, and you know what I'll say? Not a fucking chance, you brought me here, you brought this on yourself, now suffer... But then, of course, I'd probably kiss him to remind him that I wasn't mad or some shit, I'm just better than him, objectively.

I had changed into my pajamas earlier, so I laid down on the bed, I wanted to go to sleep, but something was missing, aka Thomas was still talking with his sister or maybe some of his little siblings, I wasn't quite sure, and I didn't want to go searching around the house for him, so instead I pulled out my phone and texted him.

Me | 10:03 PM
Tommy! Come to bed, I'm lonely.

Tommy ❤ | 10:04 PM
Awww, do I protect little Lexi from the monsters under the bed???

Me | 10:04 PM
You're an asshole.
Me | 10:04 PM
But come to bed, please.

Tommy ❤ | 10:05 PM
Well, how can I say no to you?
Tommy ❤ | 10:05 PM
On my way :)

I gave a tired smile then reached across the bed to plug in my phone and set it down, then I proceeded to wait, only looking away from the random spot of the ceiling I'd been staring at when I heard the door push open.

"Get your ass in bed, we have a flight to catch tomorrow, and if you fall asleep on me while on a plane? I'm gonna kill you."

"Well aren't you feisty tonight." He chuckled, luckily he too had gotten into his pajamas earlier, so he climbed into bed next to me, and it took less than a couple of seconds for us to be snuggled up to be each other, "You worried about tomorrow?"

"... I don't really like flying, but it's worth it, and not just because I'll be somewhere familiar. Do you know why it's worth it?"

"Why?"

"Because I have full bragging rights about how I know all about St Kitts and Nevis and you don't know shit."

"You know what? You're an asshole, Lexi."

"Proudly so," I answered, my head laid on his chest as if he were my pillow, his gentle breathing and the steady heartbeat was quite therapeutic in my opinion, and pretty soon it was the gentle breathing and smooth heartbeat, combined with Thomas combing his fingers through my hair, that lulled me to sleep.

{A/N: Hey! So so so sorry that this chapter took so long, I got preoccupied, regardless, I have published it, and here it is! I hope you enjoyed the fluff at the end, I had fun writing it! Have a lovely day or night!}