I've never been a fan of being around people. It sucks to be surrounded by people who can be anything, maybe even killers? Everytime you walk past someone, that person maybe killed a guy five minutes earlier. I don't know, it creeps me out. There are people everywhere on the airport, so many that me and Billie barely managds to find the place where we checked in. Anyways, we're sitting next to each other in the blue seats, waiting for the flight to arrive. It's pretty awkward between us, probably because of the unfinished conversation yesterday. I don't want her to feel like this, I just didn't feel like talking about everything yesterday. I guess that she just wants to give me space but I don't need it. Finally, I decide to speak up.

''I'm sorry for pushing you away,'' I say, making her look at me.

''It's fine, man. I just don't want you to feel bad about all this,'' she says and I nod, leaning my head against her shoulder.

''Are you tired?'' She asks.

''As fuck.''

''Hold on,'' she says before standing up and walking away before I get to say anything, making me head fall and collide with the armrest. I move my hand to my head, looking at Billie who just keps walking. Fuck her. Suddenly, I receive a mesage from ''Travis little chickens''.

I put my phone down when Billie returns with two cups of coffee in her hands, handing one to me.

''Thank you, you didn't have to, Bil,'' I say before taking a sip. The warm liquid tastes really good and I almost immediately feel less tired. Billie shrugs before drinking her coffee as well.

More and more people enter the room, waiting for the airplane that will take us to Paris and eventually, a voice speaks out:

''Flight twenty two to Paris is now boarding.''

The voice message makes me and Billie jump up and almost run towards the gray-haired woman at the desk. We want to get in before everyone else does cause I don't feel like being suffocated right now. After showing our tickets, we enter the big plane and it feels scary but I decide not to tell Billie. We find our seats and I sit down, getting comfortable. Or, as comfortable as you can get on an airplane. I put my bag down in front of me and open my can of soda that I got this morning to calm down.

''Are you okay?'' Billie asks as more people enter the veichle.

''Yeah,'' say, leaning my head on her shoulder, feeling that I still need to calm down a bit. After a security check and some annoying messages through the speaker, the plane finally lifts and it feels a bit scary, but I keep quiet about it.

When we're in the air, Billie pushes a button on the screen that's on the seat in front of us that I didn't even notice at first. A menu opens up, and Billie searches through it. The only thing that she finds is a movi with facts about hedgehodges, making me laugh.

''Really? Is that what we're going to watch?'' I ask, pointing at the screen that has a picture of the spiky animal on it.

''You don't like hedgehodges?'' Billie ask, pretending to look sad before starting the movie.

Me and Billie spends more time laughing than actually learning about the animal and we receive several looks from the other passeners as we laugh our asses off. Usually, I would feel anxious in this situation, but being close to Billie really helps me.

After a while, the now familiar message about the plane landing blasts through the speaker, making me put my phone down in my lap. The plane shakes a bit while it moves close to the ground, eventually landing on the france runway. I sigh out in relief when the plane stops. I know that it's almost impossible for a plane to crasch nowadays, but it's still a small risk. If it happens, I will hate myself for walking into that plane and regret everything.

''You didn't complain at all, man,'' Billie smiles, making me roll my eyes. If she only knew how I feel inside. We exit the plane through the tunnel, entering the crowded airport. Fortunately, the workers let all of us use the back door out of the airport so we won't get killed by all the people. Or not killed, but you get it. As we exit the airport, I look around, taking in the new enviroment. It look amazing, to be honest. I've never been to Paris or France in general, so it's pretty new. We walk towards the black van that I think is going to take us to the hotel and I sit down next to Billie, looking at her phone as she scrolls through her feed on instagram. As she looks at the pictures she's tagged in, we both see that there's a lot of pictures with me and her. It worries me, I don't know why. Me and Billie have never talked about being public so I don't know how to react. Instead of looking at Billie to see her reaction, I look out through window, acting as if I never saw the pictures. I can't do this forever.

After checking in, me and Billie enter our hotel room that looks the same as always with a bright theme and a big bed. I lay down, unlocking my phone while Billie puts her bag down on the floor opening it up.

''I'm doing an interview soon, you wanna stay here?'' She asks as she change into another outfit.

''Yeah, I think I'm gonna rest here,'' I say, my eyes stuck on the phone in my hands.

''Alright, you can watch the show if you want to,'' she suggests and I nod.

''Of course,'' I answer, not wanting to miss a single performance.

''Cool,'' she says before laying down next to me. Just being close to her feels so good, it makes my body feel all warm and my problems are just being pushed away to somewhere else than my mind.

If I only had one hour left to live, I would definetely spend that hour cuddling with Billie, nothing else. Just being with her makes me feel like a finally understand what love means and why people are in love. For me, love hasn't been a big part of my love except my love to Evan. Tyler and I were together and I though that it was love, but now I know what love feels like. It's weird and cheesy, but I just can't stop feeling that way.

After a while, Billie sits up.

''I must go now, we'll pick you up when we're going to the show and shit,'' she says a bit stressed before pecking my lips, walking over the floor and closing the door. What should I do now? I sigh, reching for the remote before turning the TV on. As I ''watch'' a french documentary about a war that I've never heard about, my phone calls. Oh no.