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"I have just met you, and I love you." - from Up

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two

"Come back soon," mom says, wavin' and blowin' me a kiss as I make my way into the airport.

It always sucks leavin' her, but I'll be back. That's the good thing about planes - it's a quicker trip goin' up to see her every few weekends.

I do what I gotta do to get on the plane and then I follow the few people ahead of me and find my seat. Unfortunately, it's a middle seat between a man in the aisle and a girl pressed up against the window.

My arm bumps hers when I sit down, and I wanna say sorry, but she looks like she's really freakin' out. She's starin' out the window, her face practically smushed against the glass. I wanna ask her if she'll trade me seats - tell her that I hardly fit here with the man on the other side of me.

When the flight attendant tells us to buckle up over the loudspeaker, I know it's too late, so I pull mine on, keepin' my eyes on the girl. I tilt my head, tryin' to see what she's starin' at but there's only a guy wavin' an orange flag out there.

She gasps when the plane starts to accelerate, her small hand grippin' the armrest between us. She's really fuckin' scared, I take it. I don't think she's even breathin'.

I lean a little closer, the scent of her hair overtakin' my senses. She hasn't taken a breath, and we've already leveled out. "You're not breathin'," I say, and she lets out a gust of air. "I thought you were gonna fuckin' pass out there for a minute."

She slowly turns her head my way, face pale but fuck, she's beautiful. I smile, I can't fuckin' help it. Her lips are full and pink, and she's gnawin' on the bottom one like she wants to bite it right off. She shakes her head. "I'm fine."

Feelin' hot and not likin' this middle seat one bit, I pull my hat off and run my hands through my hair. "You afraid of flyin' or what?" I ask, my smile still there but smaller. She stares at me, makin' me feel even hotter and straightens in her seat, her fingers flexin' on the armrest. She doesn't let go, like she thinks squeezin' the thing will save her.

"I've never flown on a plane before."

"No shit?" I laugh because I think she's jokin', but she shakes her head, givin' me a good whiff of her hair - I like it a lot.

"A car can get you anywhere a plane can."

Grinnin', I can't help but mess with her. "That's not necessarily true. You can't cross the ocean in a car."

"Since I don't plan on leaving the country, then I don't need to cross any oceans."

Noddin', I give her that one. She's still lookin' afraid, so I keep her talkin'. I wanna help, and I'm really likin' the sound of her sweet voice. It's cute. "Where you headed?"

"Florida - a family vacation. You?"

She looks young, and I'm hopin' she's not too young or the thoughts I'm thinkin' about her would be illegal. She's too fuckin' pretty - it's messin' with me. "Back home to Arizona. I came up to visit my mom."

She nods and nibbles that lip. "Yeah, I noticed there's a layover in Phoenix. I'm not sure how I feel about two take offs and two landings."

"You'll be good," I say, leanin' into her and nudgin' her with my arm. "Don't sweat it."

She smiles then, and my heart nearly fuckin' stops. I feel my lips mirrorin' hers, my gut feelin' all warm. Seriously, she's fuckin' pretty. She turns away, and I wanna grab her face and make her keep lookin' at me, but that'd be fuckin' weird.

She pulls out a laptop and earbuds, and that's the worst thing that could happen. She's gonna block me out with those things and leave me stuck here in the middle of her and the man on my other side, bored and desperate to talk with her.

She flips it open, her stomach growlin' so loud, her face reddens, and that's really fuckin' cute, too.

"Want me to ask the flight attendant for some peanuts?" I feel kinda stupid askin', but this girl has me feelin' some type of way. I don't want her to ignore me the entire flight.

She shakes her head, her cheeks rosy. "I'm fine."

"Do you say that a lot?" I'm thinkin' she's said it once - maybe twice - but my mouth has a mind of its own right now.

"Huh?" She tilts her head, lookin' all confused and so fuckin' cute, I can hardly stand it.

"I'm fine. You've said it twice, and you were lyin' the first time. If you're hungry there's no shame in admittin' it." I feel like I'm oversteppin' my boundaries here, but when those pretty lips lift into a little grin, my heart skips a beat.

"Okay, I am hungry," she says, brown eyes twinklin'. "But I'm allergic to peanuts." My eyes narrow, hoping she's lyin'. "If you don't believe me, grab me a bag, see what happens." She shrugs like it's no big deal - kinda sassy - and I chuckle, shakin' my head.

"No, I believe you. I'm not tryin' to kill you."

She holds up a bag of goldfish. "I have my own snacks."

Noddin', I bend down and pull my bag out - the pretzel ones, though because they taste better. I decide to tease her, hopin' to get another smile out of her. "Good choice, but these are better." I hold my bag up, and she eyes them like she wants them.

"You're right. Those are better. You must have grabbed the last bag. They were sold out when I went looking for them." She licks her lips, makin' me stare at her too long.

Smilin', I say, "If you share, I'll share."

She smiles back, just like I wanted her too. "Okay." I watch her wipe one of the earbuds off before handin' it over. "I'm watching Dirty Dancing if you're down."

I reach for the earbud, her soft fingers meetin' mine. "Will there be dirty dancin'? I could be down with that."

She laughs, and my heart fuckin' stops for a second. Noddin', she says, "It's a little raunchy, but Patrick Swayze is a God."

I could be a God.

"Wait," I say, reachin' out and coverin' her hand with mine, not really lookin' for a reason to touch her, but just wantin' to. "I can't watch a dirty movie with you…"

Her eyes narrow, and I have to try real hard not to smile at her little pouty lips. "It's not really a dirty movie…"

"...without knowin' your name first," I interrupt her. "I'm not that kind of guy."

Her smile is gonna end me, I know it. "It's Bella."

"I'm Edward." I pull my hand from hers even though I'm not really wantin' to, and stick the earbud in my ear. "Now we can watch some dirty dancin'."

"Okay," she says, shovin' the other earbud in her own ear. She pushes play and looks over at me. "Be ready to have your mind blown."

I choke on a laugh, and she blushes again, lookin' embarrassed. I'm thinkin' she doesn't know how fuckin' cute she is. I lean in a little, wantin' to be closer to her, wantin' to smell her, but not really wantin' to look like a fuckin' creep.

I watch the movie with her - mostly watch her - and laugh a bit at I carried a watermelon which makes Bella smile. I'd laugh at the whole movie just to make her laugh. "So, let me guess," I say, leanin' my elbow on the armrest between us, almost feelin' the heat of her skin on mine. "Watermelon girl ends up with the God?"

"Shhh," she hisses, her lips liftin' a bit. "No questions."

I don't wanna be silent for a two hour movie.

"Sorry," I say, crowdin' her a bit, so I can see the screen better - at least that's what it looks like. My arm pushes against hers, and I'm a grown man, but she's makin' me feel like a fuckin' teenager, beggin' her for all of her attention. "You're not much for talkin' and watchin' are you?"

She pauses the movie and gives me this outrageous look. "If I'm talking during the movie then I'm not doing any watching, and to experience all of Patrick Swayze's God like scenes, you have to watch not talk."

I"m not likin' that idea.

I smile at her, likin' that she stares at me when I do. "Well, seeing' as how I'm not really a Patrick Swayze fan, I like to talk and watch. Let's make a deal." She's still starin', and I'm still really fuckin' likin' that she is. "Since you've seen this movie what...definitely more than once I take it, humor me and let me ask questions that you're probably dyin' to answer anyway. Alright?"

She nods. "Okay, I can do that."

"Then you can watch my favorite movie, and I'll warn you now, there's nothin' dirty about it unless dirts dirty which it is so okay, it's a little dirty."

What am I fuckin' sayin'?

"What movie," she asks.

"Shhh," I say, grinnin' before whispering, "...no questions." She rolls her eyes which is just fuckin' adorable, and I push play. "So, she carried a watermelon, and he teaches her how to dance? Dirty dance?"

"In a nutshell, yes, but there's so much more to it. You'll see."

Noddin', I watch the movie with Bella, but mostly watchin' her when she laughs or cringes at somethin' awkward Baby does. It's funny that she loves a movie but seems embarrassed about most of it. When she starts to quote all the lines, I'm feelin' like I'm a goner. I don't know this girl, but I wanna know all the things about her. I don't have a lot of time, though, with me stayin' in Phoenix and her catchin' a flight to Florida.

Bella's so into the last dance and nobody puts Baby in a corner, her smile all lovesick that I rewind and watch the entire part again just because I wanna see that look on her face again.

When it's over and the credits are rollin', she looks over at me, expectantly. "Well?"

"Not bad," I say, shruggin', wantin' to tease her a bit. "Not bad at all."

"Oh please," she says, turnin' in her seat to face me. "Admit it! That's the best movie you've ever watched" Her voice gets louder, makin' the man behind me grunt in annoyance, but he probably hasn't gotten a good look at her because if he had, he'd do anythin' to get her to talk that loud, to laugh, to fuckin' smile. I'm glad I didn't ask her to change seats.

Smilin', I cross my arms over my chest and look her over. "Top two. I'll give you that - kind of a chick flick but it'll do. Now are you ready to have your mind blown?"

She nods, excitedly, and I lean down into my bag and pull out Tombstone. She hasn't seen the best movie if she hasn't seen Tombstone. I hold it out, and her smile is wide. "What? Why're you smilin'?"

"I'm not," she says, handing the laptop to me. "Let's watch it."

I put the movie in, aware of every movement she's makin' next to me. Reachin' into her lap, I grab my earbud and shove it in my ear. I hit play, and say, "Greatest movie of all time."

"Alright, Lunger, let's do it."

"Are you shittin' me?" I ask, not holdin' my smile back especially when she's grinnin' all sneaky like.

"What?" She asks, pretendin' she's not caught. Nobody would say Lunger unless they've seen Tombstone.

"You've seen it, haven't you?" I ask, already knowin' she has, and findin' it fuckin' sexy that she likes it.

She nods, her smile wide. "You're no fun," I say, pretendin' like I'm gonna turn it off.

Her hand reaches out and grabs my wrist, the soft pads of her fingers joltin' me a bit. "No. I love this movie. I want to watch it."

I stare at her too long, but she's just too fuckin' pretty. "Can we talk and watch?" I ask. "That's the only way I'll let you watch it."

"It's my laptop," she says.

"It's my movie."

She nods her head in defeat, and I smile. "You're such a baby," she says. "Yes, let's talk and watch."

At this point, I don't even wanna watch, just talk, and I really don't want her to let me go, but I say, "Are you gonna let me go?"

"What?" She asks, starin' up at me all cute.

Laughin', I wiggle my arm. "You're holdin' my wrist. I mean, I'll let you hold me, but I'll need to hit play first."

"Oh!" She says, jerkin' her arm away. "Sorry."

I push play, still feelin' the burn of her fingers on my skin and wantin' them back where they were. I do most of the talkin' during the movie, and when she falls asleep on my shoulder, I have the strong urge to kiss her head.

I don't, but I want to.