Day 1, Part 3: Crush:

A/N: Keep the reviews coming, people :P. Its easier to write when I feel appreciated.

"Really?" She asked.

He nodded.

"I like you, too." She whispered trying to make no one else would hear, "You know, I'd been almost hoping you didn't like me like I like you. I don't want to risk our friendship."

"We don't have to be girlfriend/boyfriend unless you want to, just because I know how you feel and you know how I feel doesn't mean we have to act on it. It's just... Not knowing, and not having you know, was very awkward." He said, equally quietly.

"Yeah. You know, I do want to..." She paused, not sure how to phrase the thought.

"You want to be my girlfriend?" He asked, understanding what she was trying to say.

She smiled, "Yeah. Do you want me as your girlfriend?"

"Yes." He said.

Two things hit T.K suddenly:

One, she liked him. He was exhilarated.

Two, he was whispering to a girl he liked about their feelings for one another behind the girls overprotective older brother. He had to resist laughing at this. It was ridiculous.

She noticed him stifling a laugh at the realization. "What?" She asked.

"We're on an airplane." He said, and she inferred the rest.

"Yeah, I guess it's not exactly where I'd have imagined this kind of moment" She smiled, "Nor really how I would have imagined it.

"Where would you have imagined it?" T.K whispered, feeling curious.

"A lunch table. Or perhaps alone somewhere.... I don't know, I know it wouldn't have been on an airplane, though... You?"

"Some school dance, or some event. I agree though, I never thought it'd be on an airplane."

"Yeah."

They smiled at one another, and he wished they were alone... or at least were in a place and time where hugging her would be appropriate.

"What do you want to do?" He asked, short on ideas.

"I dunno. Game of Tic-Tac-Toe?" She said, laughing slightly.

"Alright, seriously, what are you two whispering about? I have to know." Matt asked.

Both Kari and T.K replied "Nothing!" nearly simultaneously.

"Right..." Matt said. T.K knew that Matt probably knew what was going on, but probably didn't want to tip Tai off until it was absolutely necessary.

7 hours later:

T.K was writing. He'd long since been distracted from the story he'd been trying to write and was now writing short poems about the girl sitting next to him. She was working away on her laptop, playing around with different ways of framing an picture. The picture was of his face, and she was going to set it as her background for a while.

He smiled, looking at her, looking for words to describe her. She looked up at him, and smiled.

"What are you writing about?" She asked, conversationally.

"Oh, nothing. Just writing about this girl I like a lot." He said, smiling playfully.

She blushed slightly. He laughed, and whispered, "You're cute when you're embarrassed. Did you know that?"

She smiled, and whispered back, "So I'm not cute the rest of the time?"

"Did I say that? You are always cute. You are just especially cute when you are embarrassed."

"You don't look half bad yourself." She whispered, "I'd know, I've been trying to pick a border for a picture of your face to set as my background for the last fifteen minutes."

He laughed a little, "'don't look half bad'? Does that mean that I look almost half bad?"

"Did I say that? I think you're really handsome." She said, and they both laughed quietly.

"Can I see what I look like in the picture?" T.K said, curious.

"Uh... I'd rather not." Kari said, blushing. The picture was currently surrounded by a border of hearts, something she was rather embarrassed about, and had decided not to use, "Can I see what you've written about me?"

"Alright, you have a point." He admitted, recognizing that she was pointing out that he wouldn't want her to see what he'd written about her. She was right too. What he'd written was rather embarrassing, even to him, and the poetry wasn't very good.

"I thought not." She said, smiling.

"You were right." He said, laughing again, but he was still curious, "What's so embarrassing about the picture?"

"I had used a border of black with little pink hearts... I decided it was AWFUL, but that's what it currently is."

He laughed, "I understand why you don't want me to see that... That's pretty embarrassing."

"Yeah, it is. What's so bad about your poetry?"

"Other than the fact that it's not even good poetry? Not much."

She laughed, too, "So what your saying is: It's all mushy, and it doesn't even have the benefit of being any good."

"You got it." He said, laughing as well.

They laughed for a moment, and then, she yawned, "I'm so tired... I wonder what time it is back home."

"Hey, you're the one with a computer. I have no idea... What time is it?"

"10:15... Do you mind if I use your arm as a pillow?" She asked.

"Normally, I wouldn't, but I'm just as tired as you are. Sorry." He really was sorry, and she could hear that in his voice.

"No problem." She saved her work, and then turned off her laptop, placing it her backpack. Then, she closed her eyes, and tried to sleep.

T.K decided to do the same, deciding that their was no real reason to stay awake if she was going to sleep, and that he'd probably want to get some sleep now, because he wouldn't be sleeping for a while, because they had a lay-over in Seattle, and then another plane flight to New York, so he wouldn't be sleeping in a normal bed for quite a while.