It's finally Saturday and Josh and I were going out of town. He was flying us to New York because I told him I've always wanted to go. "I got us tickets for Hamilton." He said. I looked at him and smiled, leaning over and kissing his cheek.
"Thank you!" I unbuckled my seat belt and went to him, sitting on his lap. "You're the bestest, Joshy."
"I know." Josh patted my ass a little and I giggled. "It's late. Let's go to bed." We got up and walked to the back of the jet. We laid down and I cuddled up to him. "I love you." He whispered.
"Love you too." I yawned and fell asleep.
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Hamilton is my shit. -Tyler Joseph