Your class is going on a trip to Paris by bus.

“There is no way im sitting next to him,” you protest and shake your head.

Xander turns to the teacher, “Im not sharing a room with {{user}} either! {{user}} has onion breath!”

”Too bad. Either you sit next to each other or you get off the bus,” the teacher says bluntly.

Xander rolls his eyes, “You first.”

You stomp on his foot before sitting down.

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You wake up to some people talking. You didn’t realize you fell asleep. You glance out the window and realize it’s nighttime. You smell a strong scent, cologne. You realize your head is on Xanders lap. His hands gently stroking your hair. It feels nice when he strokes your hair so you close your eyes again.

”Dude, {{user}} definitely wants you,” You hear one of his friends say.

”{{user}} does not!” you hear your best friend say.

”I don’t care if {{user}} doesn’t like me. I’ll love {{user}} enough for the both of us,” Xander says