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#It's only the second one I've gotten my entire life so i think that statistic is good
middlechild404 · 6 months
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Flying over the Atlantic
Alone. 
Five letters 
Three vowels. 
A word that describes a  physical state where you are physically by yourself. 
A word that I wouldn't use to describe myself. 
Lonely.
Six letters.
Two vowels. 
A word that describes an emotional state where you feel disconnected from others. 
A word that I would use to describe myself. 
But, all it would take to make me stop is to book a flight from Los Angeles to London and sit next to an enlightening man 35000 feet in the air. 
Statistics show that there is a 2% chance to find love on a plane. My chances were very low. Thankfully, the odds were in my favor. 
I loved to travel. It was a way for me to take a break from life and reset my energy. But, I didn't like sitting next to someone for the next 11 hours who would be shaking his gigantic leg the entire flight. 
This man was so big that my seat that was attached to his was shaking too. I was trying to concentrate on my book, but my tired eyes and the shaking made it impossible. 
In my head, I was cursing at him and making him stop. However, I was never the confrontational type. I always took the high road. Hence, I kept my mouth shut and kept trying to read my book. 
His leg finally stopped shaking. But before I could have some satisfaction he spread his legs wide enough for one of them to touch my leg. He was in my space. I hated it when people were in my space. He didn't move. I didn't move. I felt this burning sensation of discomfort where his leg was touching mine. This time I couldn't keep my mouth shut. 
“Sir?” I said loud enough for him to hear me. 
He didn't budge. He didn't even turn to look at me. Therefore, I managed to nudge him with my leg which got his attention, as he turned to face me. One could barely see his face with the cap and sunglasses. 
“Sir?” I said again with more aggression in my tone while I was burning holes in his leg with my eyes. 
He kept quiet and stared at me for a second. Then, he moved around in his chair to find a comfortable position. 
I only got to read one page from my book before he gave up on shuffling around in his seat. 
“Sorry mam, but there is literally no place for my legs to go, and I can't find a comfortable position to sit in for the next 11 hours.” He said apologetically. 
I don't know where my courage or rudeness came from, but I managed to let words I would've never said slip my mouth. “Well, maybe you should've gotten yourself in first class.” 
He thought I was a bitch. I thought I was a bitch. We were both shocked at my remark. 
“I am so sorry, I didn't mean..I am so sorry. I don't know what got into me. I'm not usually like this. I think I'm getting my period soon. Sorry again, that was too much information. I talk too much...  ” I kept apologizing and scrambling for words, while a smile grew on his face. 
“I tried” He managed to slip between my endless rambling with a chuckle. 
I fell silent, looking at him to continue. 
“I booked last minute and it was fully booked, so I had to get bumped here.” He said with a shrug. 
“Sorry that you had to be stuck in these trashy seats then.” I said, waving around the area where his legs were. 
“No need to be sorry, this place is less trashy now that I have a beautiful girl to keep me company for the rest of the flight.” He said charmingly. 
A blush grew on my entire face. I'm pretty sure I turned into a tomato, earning me another chuckle. I was speechless. I was never good at receiving compliments. Hence, why I only gave him a nod and kept reading my book. Although, I could still feel his eyes on me. 
“Oliver Twist huh, you don't see many people walking around with that book in their hands these days.” He pointed out, drawing my attention from the book I've read too many times. 
“Yeah well, Charles Dickens just hits different” I answered. 
“I would've pegged you more of a Colleen Hoover fan than someone that many in our generation feel is outdated.” He stated. 
“well I am a Colleen Hoover fan, but it's completely idiotic to claim that Charles Dickens is outdated.” I said.
We fell silent again, while simply staring at each other. “Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?” He blurted, quoting Charles Dickens from his book Our Mutual Friend.
“Are you a Charles Dickens fan too?” I asked curiously. 
“Yep, see we have something in common. We should probably just skip to our wedding.” He joked. 
He stretched out his hand for me to shake while introducing himself. “I am Jack Harlow.” I introduced myself hesitantly, knowing that I recognized his name. 
“Ahh, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He flirted.
This time I managed to get a word out, but unfortunately, the tomato issue was still in need of work. “Charming”. 
“I wouldn't have thought that a famous rapper like you would take an interest in Charles Dickens.” I teased. 
He simply laughed as he looked around making sure that nobody heard the famous rapper part. When he noticed that the coast was clear he took off his glasses, revealing the most beautiful ocean eyes. People say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and his soul was drawing me in. If I had looked a bit longer, I would've drowned. 
I cleared my throat, taking myself out of my trance just in time to hear his question. “So what would your answer be to the quote I said before?”
“Wow, you just jump into the deep questions, don't you? People usually start with what are your hobbies.” I stated jokingly. Earning another chuckle. 
“Anyway to answer your question, I would've chosen to have had a good thing and lost it. Isn't that what life is all about? I mean everything you go through ends up shaping you as a person, and the more you go through, the more you learn about yourself.” I added. 
He nodded approvingly at my answer. 
“I knew I liked you, how about we skip to just having children by now.” He reasoned with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 
I playfully hit his arm and from there our conversation flowed. It's so interesting finding a stranger that you feel you've known your whole life. 
He was just perfect, the more we talked the more I could feel those walls I had all those years crumble and fall to the ground. For the first time in forever, I felt like someone got me. He listened and paused before giving his thoughtful opinion. At this point, we knew everything about each other. Nine hours had managed to fly by, as we were talking for what only felt like an hour. 
“So what are your plans here Mr. Harlow, are you going to London for business or pleasure?” I pondered with a playful tone. 
“I was initially here for business but if I get to spend some time with you it will be both.” He answered with a smirk. 
“Then we better make sure that you have some pleasure, it would be a shame to travel all this way only for business” I answered with my newly found confidence. 
We resumed our talks about everything and nothing. We even threw in weird questions every now and then like “If your parachute were to fail, would you rather land on solid ground or in water?” or “Would you rather be a kangaroo or a koala?”. 
Before we knew it, we had landed safely and were already moving to the baggage claim. He was such a gentleman, insisting on carrying my things and picking up my very heavy bag from the baggage carousel. 
We stood at the exit and exchanged numbers to keep in touch. 
“How about we meet at this location at 8 pm?” He asked while pointing at his phone. 
“At eight?!? That's in an hour!” I exclaimed, knowing that I would never make it in time. 
“Aaand?? You will make it. I'm sure of it. If you want, we can make it interesting.” He said with a mischievous grin. 
I nodded hesitantly, wanting to know what he had in mind. 
“How about we strike a deal? If you get late then you lose and have to do whatever I want to do for the rest of the evening, and if you win and get there in time then I'll have to do whatever you want for the rest of the evening. This will surely motivate you more to come on time.” He explained. 
“Okay, fine” I said intrigued. “Let's seal the deal for this challenge.” I continued as I stretched my hand for him to shake. 
Instead, he pulled me in by my hand as his lips crashed on mine. I couldn't help myself from threading my fingers through his curls as he kept pulling me impossibly closer to him. The butterflies in my stomach were getting crazier by the second. 
Once we pulled apart completely breathless he managed to say “Now that's how you seal a deal.”
He quickly looked at the time, reminding me that time was ticking. He started backing away to one of the taxis as I was doing the same. 
Before he hopped in the cab, he shouted “Best believe I'm going to win this!”
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Hiiiyaaa lovies, know it's been a while. Many of you have been asking me if I still write and I do. It just takes me some time to post because I've been very uninspired lately, and I don't want to post anything I'm not satisfied with. Buuuuttt, watched a movie yesterday that was called Love at first sight, and it just got the ideas flowing. Plus I wanted to post something on my bday. Hope you like it and stay tuned for more🥰🥰
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telemarcs · 3 years
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I haven't been at the cabin for 24 hours yet and i already have a tick bite that i have no idea where it came from 😂
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