☾airport [✓]

11 [ᴢᴀᴄʜ]

both corbyn and daniel had been sitting in their uncomfortable seats in silence for the past ten minutes, both texting their friends back at home.
corbyn wanted so badly to talk to daniel, but the boy had been smiling at his phone for some time.

corbyn slumped back into his seat, a deep sigh leaving his lips. he unzipped his leather bag, pulling out the one thing that meant most to him.
he opened up to a fresh page as he thought.

he slightly chewed on the end of his pen as his eyes furrowed in deep thought. little did he know, right across from him daniel had been gushing over how cute the blond was.

'ᴢᴀᴄʜ'

i'm in a state of crisis
you better answer me hoe

what the hell
do you want? and aren't
you supposed to be on
a plane here?
don't tell me you missed it
again

no! i didn't. i'm at my gate
i still have two hours tho

then how are
you in a state of
crisis?

i met this guy
and he's adorable. he had these
pretty blue - green eyes,
soft, blond hair, a beautiful smile.
and he's really shy, but it's cute.

aw, little
daniboy is in
LOVE

i'm older than you?

i know, but still.
why is it a bad thing that
you love him?

i don't love him!
i just met him an hour ago
oh! and he's a poet! i swear he's
the cutest thing

okay, okay daniel.
i get it. you like him,
but you're scared because
you just met him.
and he's a poet? wow.
have you gotten his number
yet?

no, should i?

you dumbass, YES
what is he doing right now?

texting somebody.

a girl?

no, no. there's multiple people.

okay, well if he's on his phone
ask for his number!

that's too awkward, zach
wait
he's writing a poem again

what's it about?

i'm not sure. i'm sure he'll read
it to me tho

alright dani,
i've gotta go
get his damn number
while i'm gone

i'll try...