and then they flew together.
Time flew and next thing Jean knew, he was boarding the airplane. He may have looked as cool as a cucumber, but behind those shades and under that hood, he was downright pissing his pants in nervousness.
And then he saw her.
Even God Himself wouldn't have looked as good as Leigh did in her huge hoodie and sweatpants.
She was on her phone, looking through — what Jean assumed was — their previous conversations, with a wide grin.
"He-" Jean stopped himself and cleared his throat to rid himself from the huskiness of his voice that would only have been there because of the utter beauty in front of him. "Hey," he said again.
Leigh looked up to give him a small smile before standing up to allow him to sit on the window seat, she returned to her mobile right after. Good, he thought to himself, I must really not look like me if she didn't acknowledge me.
He removed his backpack and took his seat. He anxiously twiddled his fingers and bit his lip before speaking to her again. "So you are headed to Carlstown," he stated, trying to sound lower and somewhat more attractive. He read that girls like lower voices somewhere.
"Yeah," she replied and tucked her phone into her pocket. "I'm pretty sure that's why I'm in this flight," she said with humor in her voice.
Jean wanted to slap himself on the face right then and there. "Oh, sorry."
The conversation seemed to have lasted only ten seconds long. And eventually, the plane started to move.
"Just a heads up," Leigh said to the "stranger" after a few moments. "I'm terrified of planes so please bear with me if I ever start screaming."
It was as if a lightbulb flickered inside Jean's brain when he remembered Griff inside his backpack. "Believe it or not, I have a bear in my carry-on — the ones you make in the store?"
"May I?" She said, desperation evident in her voice. He hated having to hear her say that in such a way. And in two seconds flat, he had swooped the plush from his bag and into her arms.
"Thank you," she said as she tightly hugged the bear.
The plane slowly lifting up from the ground and into the sky.
Jean had never been the envious type but it was safe to say— in that specific moment — he was jealous of a stuffed bear.
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