This is also one of my favorite songs in the universe ^^^

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"Call me when you safely get to your hotel. I want to make sure you reach your destination in one piece." Uncle Benny worries, his brow furrowing.

I giggle, "I promise I'll be fine, old man."

"I just wanna make sure. You never know, Brimmy." He replies defensively.

"I know, and I'll call you." When he still doesn't look convinced, I continue, "Promise."

He sighs, "Fine." Pulling me into a tight hug, I smile at his protectiveness over me. It feels good to have someone worry about my well-being.

The sound of a female voice over the intercom interrupts our hug as it calls out my flight. "Stay safe, Brimmy, I love you." He says, releasing me from the hug.

"Will do. I love you too, Uncle Benny." Smiling, I wrap the strap of my carry on bag over my shoulder. Turning around to give one last wave, Uncle Benny smiles sadly before waving back.

Just as I board the plane and easily find my seat, my phone lights up, and I see an unknown ID plastered on the screen. Ignoring it, I click my phone off, but it calls again.

"What?" I snap impatiently after answering the call.

"...Brimmy?" A familiar voice sounds from the other end.

Derek.

"Brimmy, you haven't been answering my calls." His voice replies to me sadly.

"Oh, I wonder why," I remark, sarcastically.

He's been silent for about 30 seconds, and I'm getting ready to hang up, but what he says next makes my whole body tense up even more.

"I miss you."

This immediately causes my mood to abruptly drift south as my face scrunches up with anger. "And I wonder whose fault that is," I say curtly.

He ignores my statement, "I hear you're going to Italy." Comes his response.

"And that's none of your flipping business." I snap.

"Brimmy. I just want everything to go back to how it used to be. I want you back." He says, and I hear another familiar voice in the background. Recognising it as my ex bestfriend's, my anger flares to a dangerous level.

"Well, you should've thought about that before CHEATING ON ME WITH MY BEST FRIEND," I scream before ending the call, unaware of everyone staring at me.

My eyes find several people looking back at me, immediately causing embarrassment to replace my anger.

"Sorry," I mutter, looking down at my fiddling fingers.

An old lady nearby pipes up, "Don't worry, hun, there's no need to be sorry. Whoever you were talking to seemed to deserve it." She says, but not with sympathy, more like determination.

I smile, already liking the lady, "Thank you." I say, telling her with my eyes how much I appreciate her statement.

After several minutes, the plane seems to calm a bit and the focus is no longer on me as everyone goes back to whatever they were doing before my interruption.

I sigh, staring out my window, trying not to think about what just occurred.

Note to self: Don't answer any more random numbers.

I shake my head, draping my blanket over me, tucking myself into the comfy seat.

Thank goodness I let Uncle Benny pay for my ticket, or else I'd be seated in one of those uncomfortable chairs the whole plane ride.

Instead, he's gotten me a ticket to the upper-class section. The perks of him having so much money.

I wonder where he gets his bling bling caching from. I know he does cage fighting or something, but do people actually make such good money off of that stuff? Hmm.

I remember faintly of him telling me something about a gang. Maybe he's...

I silence the thought as soon as it enters my mind.

Once the plane takes off and a steady silence envelopes the surrounding area, I allow my body to relax, and decide to take a nap, my mind not agreeing with the early hours.

With a yawn, I turn to get comfortable in my seat and doze off.

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I wake up to see it bright outside and dig through my pocket for my phone to check the time, only to see that I've slept for three hours. Ten more to go. I sigh, settling on a good book before adjusting my seat to a more comfortable position.

Halfway into the book, my bladder decides to protest against my comfortable state.

I groan, not wanting to get up, but figure that I should do it now rather than later.

Getting up, I struggle through the isles to get to the back where the bathrooms are located. Getting my business done in record time, I exit and head back to my seat, but not before bumping into someone.

"Um, sorry." I mutter, not looking up.

No response.

So, I sidestep the body that's connected to the feet I'm staring at, only to be blockaded again.

I feel my temper start to rear its ugly head when I step to the side again, but the person still won't let me through.

"Hey, I said sorry. Let me pass-" My words die in my mouth as I glance up and catch sight of who I'm currently scolding.

A lump forms in my throat as my eyes widen.

Dark hair, olive skin covering high cheekbones and a strong jaw, dangerous, dark eyes seemingly staring into my soul. This man is the definition of intimidating. Aside from the fact that he was incredibly scary, he's also insanely attractive. His arms are about the size of my thighs, and that's saying something. My thighs are pretty big. And I can see how defined his chest is through his T-Shirt, as creepy as that sounds.

I think it's safe to say, I'm drooling.

I thank the heavens that I don't easily blush, because if that was the case, I would be a tomato.

I gulp, trying to find out if I'm in awe, or scared. I think both, but I'm not sure. My head is going haywire right now.

"Watch where you're going." He speaks, but his voice doesn't sound angry. It sounds...empty. Completely void of any emotion. As well as his face.

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, okay, Mr. Toughguy." I mock, barreling past him rudely, which I find more difficult than originally thought.

After managing to get a comfortable distance from him, my shoulders sag in relief as I plop down into my seat. I pick up my book once again and drape my small blanket over me.

After about 30 minutes of reading, I check my phone again, discovering that I have roughly 9 more hours til I reach Rome.

I sigh in content as I relax back into my seat, coming to the conclusion that it won't hurt to get a couple more hours of sleep in.

Snuggling into my fuzzy blanket, I close my eyes and allow myself to drift off.

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Repeatedly blinking my eyes, I feel an unfamiliar sensation wash over me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand as I become more alert. I glance around, finding the same set of eyes from earlier.

I give the guy a suspicious look as he glares at me, looking hostile. I raise an eyebrow, causing his scowl to deepen. Hoping to further anger him, I stick my tongue out at him, but his anger seemed to be replaced with confusion, then amusement, then anger again.

Just watching him makes me feel bipolar.

I roll my eyes, then turn back around, still feeling his eyes staring lasers in the back of my skull.

I sigh, realizing I've only slept 10 minutes.

What a bummer.

I decide to pick up where I left off in my book, but can't seem to focus when I still feel a specific stranger killing me with his eyes.

I mean, he was rude to me, so I repaid the favor, so he deserves it.

I'm just sayin', it was just as much as his fault as it was mine for running into eachother, and even after I had apologized, he still told me to watch it! Such a jerk!

I roll my eyes at my line of thought, trying to ignore the annoying and scary, yet attractive stranger.

Urging my thoughts away from the moody man, I decide to think of what my life would be like if I'd never seen Derek cheating on me.

Would I still be with him?

Of course!

I wouldn't have known anything was wrong and he would still be cheating on me.

I'm glad I figured out what an idiotic prick he is. I'm glad I don't ever have to kiss the same lips that another woman has been kissing behind my back.