"We should join the mile high club…" He nibbled on my ear and I sighed looking up from my book. I turned to him and he gave me the cutest grin in the world. "Please…"

"I am not having sex in a plane ride on the way to meet your mom. You're out of your mind Kendall." He giggled and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Where are you going?" He got up, turned to me, and climbed over my legs bending down, kissing my lips.

"Bathroom. I'll be right back." I nodded and watched him walk down the tiny aisle. He was so tall it was funny to see him walk down such a little aisle. I turned back to my book and sunk in my seat.

I didn't tell Kendall I absolutely hated flying, mainly because I didn't want him to think I was making up excuses not to meet his mom. I was nervous. Extremely. Because she bought us the tickets the minute after she got off the phone with Kendall and now were on a plan, 7 hours later. And it was a long flight! All the way to L.A. I knew…just knew I was going to make a fool of myself and make his mom hate me. I just had that effect. James's parents hated me. Mostly because they didn't think I was good enough for their son, because I was also a son. I made horrible first impressions with parents, and the fact that she already knows I teach him English and am 11 years older probably didn't help my case.

"That must be a really good book." I looked up from my thoughts and watched him squeeze back between my legs and get back in his seat.

"Why are we on such a small plane?" My cu astraphobia was setting in. Another thing I didn't tell him.

"It's my dad's own private company." I turned to him and he picked up the sky mall magazine.

"Your dad has his own plane company?" He nodded but kept quiet. Obviously he didn't want to talk about his dad. Understandable. "So what does your mom do?"

"She is a caterer. She does a bunch of famous parties in L.A." I again nodded. His life seems so fabulous compared to mine. I was the nerdy kid who live in a modest sized house, with a dog named spot, and parents who have been together for over 35 years. I looked back down at my book and he sighed. "We should exchange out lives." I glanced at him confused and he took out a thick stack of paper. I smiled and closed my book putting it in my lap and taking out my own very thick stack. We exchanged and he kissed my cheek before silently reading to himself.

His started with when he was two he climbed out of his crib and crawled all the way to the front door. His dad hadn't seen him do it, he thought he was asleep so when his mom came home, she bashed him in the head with the door. He still has a scar on his forehead. I told myself to check for it later.

There were little things about his first kiss with a girl in the 4th grade and then his first kiss with a boy in the 7th grade. He revealed how he got aq bunch of scars on his body. He told me he always wanted a family so he could be a better one then how is family was.

He said he loved when his baby sister was born because he got to be a big brother. He loves his sister, and they tell each other everything. EVERYTHING! His sister is his biggest fan and he tries to be the best role model he can be for her. He gets really over protective over her, especially because their da dis rarely around and when he left for college, the saddest part was leaving her.

He doesn't have a great relationship with his mom, and he isn't sad about that. She was strongly against him being gay but it grew on her because he guessed Katie gave her a stern talking too. When he was a sophomore he got beat up in the boys locker room because that was when he came out. He had to have 7 stiches in the back of his neck because the guys threw him through glass.

I had to look over at him. He was smiling as his eyes read line after line of my life. He looked quick at me and noticed me staring. He turned fully and raised an eyebrow.

"Questions?"

"Let em see the back of your neck." He chuckled but turned his head and moved his hair around. "What happened to the guys? Did they get in trouble?" I traced over the scar and he shook his head.

"No. I guess beating up fag's counts as a sport." I smack the back of his head and he turned ot me. "What was that for?" I looked back down at the paper.

"Don't use that word." He sighed and kissed my ear.

"Sorry…" He blew in it and i nudged him away.

The next part was him saying he got smart and after he got his ass kicked he hung out with mostly girls, and that helped him go through the rest of school. His senior prom he took his best friend, Ashley. The next day he got his letter of acceptance to Yale.

I read through all 4 papers of his life in an hour. I was clearly a faster reader because he was only on number two out of my 7.

"You don't have to read all of it." I felt so embarrassed. I rubbed his inner thigh and he slapped my hand away.

"Shh. Read your book if you're done. I'm not, so busy yourself." I huffed and sunk low in my seat picking my book back up.

The flight was 6 hours long, and we were getting really close. Like 20 minutes outside L.A. He finally finished and I put my book back in my carry on.

"So are you bored with me?" I was looking down trying to squeeze the book back in and a hand rubbed my back.

"I can't believe you never told me half this stuff." I sat back and he snaked his arm around my waist. I turned to him and he kissed me hard. I reached up, running my hand up the side of his face, and then up through his hair.

"Mommy! Look at those men!" I pulled away quick and saw the little boy sitting in front of us pointing at us and grinning a toothless grin. He looked no older than 7. "Why aren't you kissing girls?"

"Johnny! Sit down!" His mom pulled him back in his seat and Kendall laughed, kissing my temple. The captain came over saying we were landing in L.A. ahead of schedule and that we would have a little turbulence, because of a storm. I quickly gripped the seat handles and Kendall placed his hand, lazily over mine.

"Yeah you could have told me you had a fear of flying and were claustrophobic." I glanced sideways at him and he smiled putting his head back. "We could have had a road trip."

"You're mom already paid for the tickets." He snorted and looked out his window. I tried to calm down, but it got really bouncy really fast and my stomach was in knots. All I could picture was falling from the sky to a certain death. "I might take you up on that when we go back." He chuckled and clutched my hand, telling me know he was there.

As soon as the wheels hit the ground, I just wanted to be off this stupid metal bird. That's why as soon as we were on that terminal I could let go of his hand. He chuckled and lightly gripped my hand.

"Your mom is going to hate me."

"Oh well." I looked up at him as he walked us down to baggage claim. "She's not the most friendly person, or nicest so don't take it personally. Also don't be surprised if when we get there we get in a fight." I nodded and tried to think of something…anything to make him feel better. Nothing came to mind. Except three simple words.

"I love you." He looked down and scrunched his busy eyebrows.

"I know." I laughed and leaned up kissing him. I didn't feel so weird kissing him here. It's L.A. for Christ's sake. We pulled away and he smiled.

"I was just stating facts." He laughed and pushed his hand in my back pocket. "So should i take some money out for a cab?" He shook his head and pulled out keys.

"My mom had a car dropped off for us. I was going to take you sightseeing first. Show you where I grew up." I couldn't help but smile. We stopped in front of the baggage claim and I rested my head on his shoulder. "Does that sound good?" I wrapped around his torso and sighed.

"Sounds fantastic."