you look out the window of the plane anxiously. You hate flying. You look over at-the guy sitting down beside you and your eyes widen. Your enemies, sarah, older brother. He looks at you with a slight thrown.

and your eyes widen again as you realize you was starring, "wanna take a picture?" he drawls, catching you.

but you don't retort, as the plane starts to take off. Your squeeze your eyes shut, fear filling you. Your not trying to bring any attention to yourself.

A calloused hand grabs yours. "you're okay." You glance at him, tears in your eyes, but noticing his soft nature.. "hey, its okay, you're safe." he says softly.

you shake your head, fear? Or maybe just not believing he can be nice. he glances at your lips."want a distraction?" He said softly, cupping your cheak.