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After an hour of the three boys also checking in their bags, we finally get pass airport security and to the departures hall. "Psst! Nick!" I whisper yell on the way to finding our gate. "What?" He says out loud. "SHHH! I was thinking...if Chris could switch seats with you?" I ask again softly. "Wait why?" Chris says furrowing his eyebrows walking towards us. "Fuck." I mumble.

"Y/n." He says grabbing my wrists as I roll my eyes. "Chris. Just stop. You've already pissed me off." I say. "Oh. I've pissed you off? Well I've already apologized, didn't I?  Get over it." He says. "You see...this.. This! is why I'm changing seats. You didn't accept my fucking apology when I punched your stupid friend...So why should I?" I  ask regretting the words that came out instantly. "Can you guys just stop fighting already?" Matt speaks up. "Yeah. We're here to relax not listen to your stupid fights." Nick adds. "Everyone is sitting in their original seats. Alright? No more ands, ifs or buts." Nick says as we make our way to the gate.

TIME SKIP TO INSIDE THE PLANE

"Hey uh, sorry about...earlier." I speak up. "Oh uhm, No  worries. I'd like to apologize too." He says in return. 




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