"And the truck left, threading its way through the crowds, and nobody paying attention to the strangeness of the kids inside the tarpaulin, staring at the town like babes from a coverlet. I watched it disappear into the night.I read softly and not too loudly, afraid to disturb the other sorta quiet surrounding us.

I looked down to see Johnny's eyes closed, the mess of his black hair sprawling across my thighs. I watched him sigh contently as my fingers kept dancing around his dark strands, caressing and playing with it gently.

Deducing from his chest rising up and down so, so peacefully, I think he's fallen asleep. I'm not surprised though, actually my own biggest weakness is someone messing with my hair. I'm literally able to doze off in few minutes.

Yet, I couldn't tear my gaze away from his face, or rather his whole head resting on my thighs.

Quickly of how we got to be how we are. We were getting kinda bored, as you may do on a 8 hour flight to Vancouver, so we decided to read On The Road by Jack Kerouac, for like a hundredth time already.

In order to do that, we moved to a private space on Johnny's plane, to the back of it where none of the security nor other people on the board were. I never really thought planes can be so cool.

A perfectly comfortable, white leather couch seemed to be residing here, and so our trait of thinking seems to be pretty predictable. I ended up sitting on one of the ends, and Johnny laying his head on my thighs, with one of his legs resting along the couch while the other one was chilling up on the backrest. He occasionally played with his fingers or bracelets when listening to my turn of reading, and for the most of the time his eyes remained closed. I felt glad I could do something to relax him, especially in times like these.

That's why I didn't want to make even a smallest move, because even with how cringy it sounds, he literally slept like a baby. I feel like I could become a villain in this story just by waking him up.

He lightly turned his head to his left, means facing me, eyes still closed, and I decided to move my hand more to the top of the back of his neck. He sighed again.

I marked the page by folding the corner of the paper (yes, very bad), and rested it on my knee after closing. I loved reading with someone, and I loved it even more when with Johnny. I guess it has this sort of intimacy that other things just don't. Like eating french fries on your living room carpet in the middle of the night with someone dear to you, that kind of intimacy.

I stared at all the necklaces spread on his chest that were visible thanks to the kind of V-cut t-shirt he wore. I followed along to his shoulders, the shirt seeming like it could barely fit his arms.

Apart from growing his hair back, he's gained a whole lot of weight throughout these two months, so now he looked like the complete opposite of few weeks ago, back then at the music video filming. Adding the fact that he also had to work out (at least) twice a day at the gym to get in shape for playing Richard, it wasn't hard to imagine how suddenly all of his shirts and t-shirts became somewhat smaller, contrasting his chest and toned torso. That's a nice view, though. Sending chills.

I think that mentally he's doing a lot better, too, than he was when he got the news of not playing Captain Jack Sparrow again. I didn't receive any more of the middle-of-the-night calls, and haven't I once seen him the kind of drunk he was the other night. Instead, he wanted to talk to me once or twice, needing to just communicate with somebody 'cause he didn't wanna hold it all inside. You can't imagine how proud I am of him.

Of course, he can't do his best when there are literal, very sharp arrows coming at him from all over the world. Everyone seems to be all-knowing of what actually happened in his past relationship, which in their opinion gives them the right to horribly comment on it.

All in all, it's nice seeing his cheeks being rosy pink rather than pale because of the constant stress.

"Why aren't you reading?"

His quiet voice pulled me back to reality and I looked at his face again, only to see his eyes open.

"I thought you fell asleep."

"Oh, what? No, no. I was just taking a mini nap. Could you, please, continue?" he pleaded.

I grinned, "Why, are you so excited about the plot?"

He averted his gaze, "Actually, no. I just love listening to you. It's better than reading any book by myself."

I felt warmness hitting my cheeks, but I think I wasn't the only one.

Before I picked up the book, I threw a look outside the window, admiring the views. I also somehow caught my phone light up, suggesting I just got a notification. The device rested on a table on my right, behind Johnny's head.

It was a text from Alex. I sighed and turned my head, starting to pay most of the attention to the book.

I didn't see him maybe for a week after New Year's Eve, as well as Johnny. I ended up meeting with Alex in my house and we cleared the whole thing up. It really seemed like everything is great and on good tracks, except Alex acting differently and extremely weird since then. I, of course, didn't wanna be so suspicious, but it's obvious the thought of him lying to me crossed my mind. Although, it wasn't like he was on his phone all the time, or some random numbers calling him. No, it was more like him being distant, and not interested anymore, zoning out dangerously a lot of times. I didn't wanna leave it like that.

"Alex, is everything alright?" I asked, bringing my boyfriend back from some literally absorbing land of daydreams.

"Yeah, sure. Why?"

I sighed. "Can we talk?"

He nodded, giving me all of his attention.

"What's been going on lately? You don't seem like you anymore. You know you can tell me everything, right?"

"I do, Elektra, but I don't know what to tell you. Nothing's been going on, I'm just happy to be with you, as always." he smiled. I returned it, but not really. "Did you notice something?"

I sighed and averted my eyes from his. It was like a stab to my heart, but I knew it was needed. "I just want you to know that you seem a bit.. absent. I was thinking a lot of it lately and I guess we should take a break from each other. Not breaking up, just a break to sort everything out in our heads."

As soon as I calmly said that, his expression changed horrifically, like I told him we were actually breaking up. I'm not kidding, he looked like he just got the worst news of his life.

"No... Elektra, I'm so sorry you feel that way! I promise to change and- and be better, but please, don't leave me. I love you so much, I can't live without you."

I frowned a little. I watched his face fall and kept wondering why he can't take it like a grown-up, that we both are, which he mentioned a lot of times. On the other hand, it was so sad to look at him right now.

"Alex, it's just a break-

"No, you don't understand, what will I do without you? I- I don't know-" he started hysterically. I was so confused by now, because of how he acted.

"Hey, calm down." I said, bringing him in for a hug, after observing tears forming in his eyes.

"Promise you won't leave?" he asked, as I rubbed his back gently.

I closed my eyes. That's the exact opposite of what I want, and even tho it all seems hella weird, I can't make him feel so stressed and upset. Maybe what he says is sincere? Maybe he will change?

"Promise."

And our relationship, indeed, changed. We hung out more, and I don't think I've ever got so much attention from anyone in my life. I was happy. But it was nice while it lasted. In fact, it all started to rot again days before I had to fly to Vancouver. That's why now I prefer not to think about it that much, let alone texting him.

Although it all looked differently with Johnny, I mean the first time we met after the interesting happenings of New Year's Eve. So, we've had a general meeting, including the whole cast of the film The Professor, all the cinematographers, actors and people who were supposed to take care of the set. It wasn't hard to notice Johnny after I entered the building.

To be quite honest, it wasn't that awkward. I didn't know whos merit was it, Johnny's ability to turn every situation into a joke or me that didn't start the topic at all. Either way, I think we're all good now.

You can safely call me a coward for not making any move after he literally almost kissed me, but I thought that if he hasn't mentioned it, means maybe he considers it as a mistake and doesn't wanna go back to it again. Or maybe that was clearly his intention, who knows?

I, for sure, didn't know what he thinks, and I'm not the type of person to risk it all. The second thing is obviously Alex, so any type of romance wasn't possible, 'cause cheating is horrible and only cruel people do that.

God, why am I even thinking of it, if it could or not happen? I'm having too much time for thinking. What I'm trying to say is, it just made me have a different perception on everything. But still staying out of it. Geez, why life has to be so complicated?

The pilot announced that we'll be landing soon, and I got kinda taken aback at how fast the time passed. Me and Johnny decided to get our shit together, since our jackets and shoes were all over the little 'room'. Just a simple mess.

Johnny wore his rings back since he took them off to be more comfortable and so did I, and before we proceeded to clean up, he shot a confused look at the ring I gave him almost two months ago.

"What's up?" I asked, noticing.

"So, how does it work? Are we married now or something?"

I chuckled at the randomness of him in general. "You wish."

"Oh, I do." He looked at me, giving me his famous half-smile.

Already after we got it together and were about to sit down, some turbulences shook the plane, making me suddenly lose my balance and fall down on my butt. Johnny got ahold of the couch's armrest.

"Shit, that was scary." I pointed out, standing up.

"Yeah, but that happens pretty often. Nothing to worry about." Johnny replied calmly, but almost at the same time there was another weird instability, now harder. My heart automatically started beating faster, and the pilot speaking again didn't make it any better.

"Please, sit in your seats and fasten your seatbelts. We have a little problem over here, and we might have to do the emergency landing."

I looked at Johnny but didn't say anything, because I was sure he knows exactly what I think.

We barely got to our seats, followed by another wave of turbulences.

"Is the plane gonna crush?" I asked. "We're literally on the edge of death."

"Well," he started, searching for words. "I don't know." and there was a moment of silence before we both looked at each other and bursted out laughing. I don't know, there was just something comical about this situation. And no, I don't think it's quite normal to find the serious thing happening funny.

"Plane crush. That's a pretty basic death, wouldn't you say?" I asked, now clearly panicking but keeping it cool. "Oh, fuck."

I didn't know how the people on the other part of plane were, and if Elsie, Jack and Jerry were alright. Is it already time to think about the worst scenario?

"El, listen, if this is our last conversation then you should know something." Johnny suddenly started, which made me a little scared. Last conversation? I couldn't believe what was happening.

"Go ahead."

"So, I-, uhm," he stuttered, visibly nervous.

"Johnny, sweetheart, I really don't wanna hurry you up, but I'm more likely to die out of curiosity faster than because of the plane if you don't tell me."

He smiled, "I know. I wanted to admit that, uhm, for quite some time now, actually, and- I-, I think I-"

All of a sudden, the voice of the pilot interrupted Johnny, and I also noticed something else. There was quiet everywhere. No turbulences, nothing. I breathed out with relief.

"We're fine, ladies and gentlemen," the pilot spoke. "We'll be landing in about 10 minutes, so stay in your seats."

"What was it?" I questioned, turning my head to Johnny. He made the oh! sound.

"Well, that was just in case of our last conversation, so never mind me that." he replied, seeming more in thoughts than on the plane.

I shot him a seriously look, but I respected the law of last conversation. I just hope I will ever get to know what he wanted to say.

Not long after, Jerry stormed into the room, concerned, but calmed down once he saw that we're safe and not in pieces.

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