Andrew Siwicki Imagines (Andrew Siwicki x Reader)

Flight (Fluff)

Andrew walked down the tight walkway on the American Airlines flight to head back to LAX. He had visited his parents in Chicago for the past week, and he was frankly ready to get back to his friends and life in L.A. Andrew loved his family, and he loved Chicago, but there was nowhere that made him feel comfortable like Los Angeles. He adjusted the brim of his L.A. Dodgers baseball hat, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he looked for his row. He came up to Row 17 and glanced into the row before glancing back to his ticket. He was supposed to be seat C (the aisle), but when he got to the row, there was a drop-dead gorgeous raven-haired girl about his age, dressed in a black dress and black sweater. She looked up at him absently, and then she glanced at the empty seats next to her as he cleared his throat.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry... I think I'm in your seat. I'm... well, I'm supposed to be in Seat A, but I'm kind of afraid of the window. I was gonna wait to see if anyone else came but..." the girl stammered out, nervously grabbing her tote bag and unbuckling her seat belt to move out of his seat. Andrew squinted his eyes for a second and cleared this throat again.

"Um, it's OK. You don't need to apologize. I don't... I mean, I don't care. I'll take the window seat if you want," he said with a shy shrug, and the girl looked at him gratefully. "Really, you don't mind?" she asked softly, and he flashed her a wide grin. "No, it's fine," he said, carefully crossing over her and settling himself into the window seat. "Let's just hope some linebacker doesn't come to sit in this middle seat and we should be good," the redhead joked, and the raven-haired girl laughed shyly.

"I'm Andrew Siwicki," he said, extending his hand to shake, and the brown-haired girl took it. "Hey Andrew. I'm Y/N L/N," she said, looking down at their hands shaking before gazing back up into his eyes. She noticed immediately how deep and chocolatey they were, how rich and soft. She realized after a few seconds that they were still shaking hands, and she immediately felt embarrassed, quickly letting go of him.

She cleared her throat, taking a deep breath as she thought about the week she'd just had. She stored her tote underneath her seat and glanced over at the redhead next to her, and he was grabbing his head phones, sticking them in the seat in front of him. He pulled out his phone, switching it off, and she did the same, tucking it into her bag, and then the pilot came on, announcing that they were ready for take off. No one had come to sit in between them, and Y/N was relieved, both because she didn't want to be crowded for the long flight and because there was something about the redhead named Andrew that sort of calmed her, and she felt about as anxious and unsettled as she had in forever as she sat on the plane waiting for take off.

As the plane started to taxi, Y/N sucked in a big breath, her heart pounding, and she gripped the armrest, gasping to herself a little, though she tried to keep it quiet. Andrew looked over to the beautiful girl, tilting his head a little at her as he noticed how nervous she seemed. Andrew was perpetually nervous, so he immediately tuned in when other people seemed anxious, and there was something about the pretty brown-haired girl that seemed completely ill-at-ease, as if she couldn't relax.

"Not a fan of flying?" he asked her kindly, looking over at her curiously, and she shook her head a little. "No, I'm generally a nervous flyer, but this week has been kind of rough so I think my anxiety is just high. I'm sorry I'm so high maintenance," she said, tucking a strand of dark shiny hair behind her ear, and Andrew grinned at her. "Don't be silly, you're not high-maintenance. Believe me, I'm not a huge fan of flying either, so I get it. I'm always nervous about something so..." his voice trailed off a bit as he raked a hand through his messy red curls, smiling at her shyly.

"Hey, um... do you want to, like, talk? To distract yourself? Or is that just gonna annoy you?" he asked her nervously, and the brown-haired girl laughed. "It wouldn't annoy me!" she said sweetly. "You're so nice, why would that be annoying?" she asked, looking at him intently, and Andrew shrugged. "Well, I don't know. Sometimes when you're on a flight, the last thing you want to do is make conversation with a stranger," he said, and she giggled. "Well, I guess I started it by taking your seat," she said with a grin, and he laughed, happy that she was loosening up a little bit.