"As long as I have a face, you'll have somewhere to sit," he says, holding back his laughter.

I smile at his not-so-original pick-up line, "Eight out of ten."

We're currently on a jet to Italy and we're telling each other dirty pick-up lines. To clarify, it was not my idea.

"What? That was a good one," he huffs. "Whatever, I have another."

"Go on," I shrug, leaning back as I wait for another one of his shit pick-up lines. I really hope he doesn't actually use these.

"Are you gay?" he asks. "For Bella and Riley, most definitely," I nod my head in agreement.

They're hot mother fuckers. I can't wait to see them. Wait- I should scare them and film it.

Great thinking, Rory- the fuck?

Number one, I hate that nickname. It's annoying and childish. Number two, Kylian is an idiot for calling me that because now I'm calling myself it which is not good.

"Wow, neither am I, let's make out," he grins at his joke. Really? I think we should stop this game.

"Kylian," I let out a disappointed sigh, "did you get that from Google?" I glance at the phone in his hand.

As soon as we got onto the plane, the flight attendant gave him a phone. She's nice as fuck. Why is everyone cool except Kylian?

"Yes?" he scoffs. "Do you actually think I say these to girls? Kylo would though. He says it to Bella when he's drunk."

"Kylo's cool, shush," I roll my eyes. He furrows his eyebrows at my words, "I beg your pardon, love?"

"Kylo watches the same shows and movies as me and talks about them with me. Aka cool behaviour that you don't have," I shrug.

Spreading his legs, he leans back on the couch and scoffs, "Yeah?"

"You heard me, no?" Kylo is cool. His name is even cool. Kylo. That's a cool ass name.

"Hmm, okay then," he scoffs. "Tony shouldn't have died. Natasha's death was uncalled for. So was Gamora's."

When the fuck did he watch marvel? Because he didn't watch it when I partnered up with him.

I narrow my eyes at him and he does the same at me. Shit. I just started a staring contest.

He crosses his arms, and I copy him. Tilting his head, he pokes his cheek with the tip of his tongue. Dipshit.

His phone all of the sudden starts ringing and I blink. Stupid bloody phone. That was not fair. I could have easily won.

"Next time, darling," he mutters mockingly before answering the call.

Darling? He's got to stop with these stupid nicknames. Darling. Darling. Darling. Very shit if you ask me.

As soon as he answers, he cringes his face. "Riley," he acknowledges. He did not just do that. Riley is amazing.

"Shut the fuck up, Kylian, and hand the phone to Ivy," I hear her say. Not surprised she wants to talk to me and not Kylian.

"Yeah, Alessandro," I tease.

"I hate all of yous," he grumbles and hands me the phone. He has a problem with hating everyone.

"Sup, Riley the... I can't rhyme it with anything," I groan. I hate when that happens.

"Ha, loser," Kylian whispers, flipping me off. "Fuck you," I mouth to him. "You wish," he mouths back. Idiot.

"Okay, so Bella and I are at the club and her ex is here," she says as her voice overlaps the loud music in the background.

"Ivy. Ivy. Ivy. He's here, and I don't know what to do. We didn't leave on good terms," Bella huffs.

Shit. I'm only close to Isiah and he has never had an ex problem. The fuck do I say?

"Kill him." That's a good response, right? Bella is way better than whoever that is anyway.

"Wait- I wanna do that," she replies. Guess it was a good response. "Bella, fuck no," Riley scoffs. Never mind.

"Okay, so no killing," I note to myself. Kylian just slowly nods his head, clearly concerned and in response, I flip him off.

"Ivy, we decided that we're just going to get drunk and force Isiah and Kylo, who are sitting there all grumpy, to take us home," Riley says and I can hear the smile in her voice.

"Is Elio not there?" I ask. "He's been extra moody, so he's out on a mission to -what he likes to call- have some thinking time," Bella laughs.

"Oh, okay. Ooh, also, if that boy tries anything just say the name and he won't be breathing no more," I tell her.

"Love you- oh, shit. Isiah and Kylo are heading towards us. Adios," Riley says quickly before ending the call. Well, that was something?

"What was that about?" Kylian questions as I return his phone back to him. "Long story short, Riley and Bella are at a club and Bella saw her ex. Also, Isiah and Kylo are being grumpy fuckers," I explain.

He cringes, "Bella's ex? God- I hated him." I nod my head in agreement, "Yeah, I hate her too."

A smile grows on his face and he laughs at my reply, "You don't even know him." And? "Oh, well." If Bella and Riley hate him, I do too.

Now I'm tired as fuck considering I barely got any sleep. Who am I kidding? I barely get any sleep anyway.

"Me is going to go to sleep, pass the blanket." Before I can even react, the blanket is getting thrown at my face.

"Not what I meant," I grit. "Not that I care," he shrugs, as he leaves. Thank God he left.

Probably to go talk to someone. Hopefully one of the pilots or something keeps him in a long conversation.

I rest my head on the pillow and I expected to sleep straight away like some miracle but no. Ugh.

How can I feel so tired and yet not go to sleep? It doesn't take long to go to Italy. Only about two hours. I just want to get a one-hour nap, for fucks sake.

What would happen if I don't get any sleep for a whole week. Pretty sure I saw a document where people were locked up and weren't allowed to go to sleep then they ate themselves or something.

I obviously do not want that happening to me. Did I even see that? My mind just makes things up and then I convince myself that it's true.

I remember someone reading me books before I went to sleep at night when I was little but it wasn't my parents.

Especially this one book I loved for some reason. It was about a girl called Speedy and she lived in the forest with all the animals. I was young, no one can judge me.

I'm sure it's something I made up, probably for at least one sweet childhood memory, and convinced myself it was real.

I guess my childhood wasn't that bad. My mum loved me. So did my dad, although he never really showed it.

I mean, killing was all I was taught when I was little. Yeah, that's pretty bad. My first kill was when I was ten. If you wanted to get into the school, you had to have a kill. Most stupidest shit ever.

How did I get from complaining about me not being able to sleep to talking about my old school?

Maybe if my mind thought of shutting the fuck up then it would be easier to sleep. Did I just diss myself?

I hear the door slide open and I immediately shut my eyes. He better not say something to make me laugh and blow my cover.

"As soon as we get on the plane, she goes on for ages about how cold it is then gets this thin ass blanket. Great thinking, Rory," he mumbles.

A small smile forms on my face as he gently covers me with a thicker blanket.

Why would he do that? Oh, because he's madly in love with me duh.

Now I can either pretend to be asleep or just pray I go to sleep.



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