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Caption: Hey sweet cheeks, could ya go grab me and my sweet dood Joe each a bud light? Thanks ;) I'll tip ya.
Me: Mhm...anything else sir?....could I get ya maybe a breathalyzer year? Isn't this like idk ur 25th beer...this flight is fucking only 5 hours no need to get tipsy my boy.
Response: Fuckin get it sweet cheeks, or I won't tip you!
Me: *mutters under breath* *le skip to the back of the plane* hmm I wonder where the bud light is... *searches through stalk of beer* I don't think I see it anywhere...u wonder if he drank it all...uhh hm
*tssssspop!*
I turn around to see another flight attendant opening a bud light...wAIT is she GOING TO DRINK THAT!? I run over to her BETHANY WHAT THE FU- *snatches beer out of her hand before she puts her lips to it WHAT IN THE FUCKETY FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!
Bethany: Fuck u cinnamon (the nickname my friends gave me) Ugh smh go fucking kys
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Me: *widens eyes and blinks excessively* I walk back over to Pete and Joe Hi...I could only find one bud light atm so uh here's an extra cup so you can share Heehh...heeeh...ohh
Pete: thanks I appreciate it
Joe: me too here's ur tip *Joe hands over a piece of paper with 2 numbers on it*
Me: Are these your guys's phone numbers?
Joe: Ya who else's phone number would it be?
Me: Well we're about to land so imma test it out when we get on the ground...don't fucking move!
*le time skip* *psshhh* "this is your captain speaking...we have just landed in Chicago.We have arrived 30 minutes earlier then estimated time. I hope y'all enjoyed your flight, thank you for flying with "air high class bitches" have a nice evening.
Me: I dial the first number and I hear a phone ring I unbuckle my seat belt and stand up while the plane is still parking. I look over at Pete and Joe, they look worried.
"Hello?" Someone said in a hushed tone.
I look around and I see a man wearing a fedora with his phone up to his ear...it's Patrick.
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I end the call quickly.
At least I got one of their numbers. I dial the second one and another phone rings...still not Pete or Joes. This time I hear yet another familiar voice...I look around. I see a tall man with brown hair and blue eyes. Is...is that- Dallon?!
The little bitches actually didn't screw me over.
I look down at my phone. Oh fuck I whisper.
Dallon looks up from the top of his seat.
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I panic! (Haaahahaaahaa) The no seat belt signs ding and everyone stands up and rushes out literally 2 seconds after I open the plane door.
Pete and Joe walk by.
Ya bitches didn't screw me over. I wink at Joe.
"Fuck u" they both respond.
Patrick followed them not even making eye contact with me. Dallon and Brendon are the last ones out of first class.
Dallon: Hey...did you call me like 2 minutes ago... Uhh He looks at my name tag. Cinnamon..?
"Oh uhm...Joe gave me "their" numbers as a tip. Sorry"
Haaaa it's alright...give me a call sometime maybe we could all hang out. Me you and Brendon ;)
Me: My stomach turned into knots...fuck I love those guys.
Of course, see you around!
I wave goodbye to them as they walk out the plane.
A/N: Hi ^-^ I was wondering if you guys wanted a full fanfic out of this one, it could be an x reader or whatever. Also if y'all want to you can send me pictures of people from bands and a caption and I'll add on like I did this one. Okay bye ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
