Keith stared down at his phone while the rest of his boys laughed and joked around him. Algee, Woody, Luke, Elijah, and Bryshere occupied his home for their annual bachelor night, and for some reason, Keith wasn't into it this time around. The boys had noticed his weird behavior had began a month ago, almost as if he was distracted by something, or someone. The festivities the boys took part in were no longer entertaining to the young freckled man, and it honestly frightened the other men around him.
Woody was the first to notice that Keith's behavior hadn't changed from the time prior, and this time around, he decided to speak upon it, "Aye, Keith." Keith's eyes never reverted from his phone screen, his thumb placed upon it as it swiped upwards. He was obviously scrolling through something, but Woody couldn't get a better look at it since Keith had the brightness on his phone turned all the way down. After a few seconds of silence, Keith finally spoke up, "Hm?" "What's goin' on with you, bro? You've been acting strange since last month," Bryshere added, raising an eyebrow at Keith. "I don't even know what y'all are talkin' about," Keith mumbled, his attention never diverting from his cellular device.
Luke huffed and leaned forward, snatching Keith's phone and taking a look at what was on his screen. "Yo, what the fuck?" Keith growled, standing up to take his phone from Luke. Algee, who was sitting closest to Keith, leaned forward and grabbed Keith by his shirt, pulling him back down on the couch, "Sit down." Keith moved Algee's hand from his shirt, glaring at Luke as he let Bryshere and Elijah lean forward to look at his phone screen as well.
"Well?" Woody and Algee asked in unison. Luke finally looked up from the screen, "It's a girl." Woody and Algee smacked their lips, groaning; "Man, shut the hell up and give me my shit back," Keith growled, trying to take his phone again. Luke moved his hand away so Keith's hand would miss his property. "I'm not giving you back shit until you tell us who this is," Luke smirked.
All eyes were now on Keith as he felt his eyes roll, leaning back on the couch, "Her name's (Your Name)." "Well, (Your Name) is one fine ass brown skin," Bryshere smirked with a lick of his lips. "Chill the hell out," Keith snapped, looking at Bryshere. Bryshere put his hands up in defense as Luke tossed Keith back his phone, Keith catching it with one hand. He looked back down at his screen to see the picture you had just posted on Instagram still in sight; he couldn't help but smile down at it.
You and Keith had been conversing back and forth over the course of months via iMessage and DM's. He loved everything about you, and you loved everything about him, but the only strain in making the relationship official was the distance between the two of you. You lived all the way in Atlanta while he resided in Los Angeles; it killed the both of you that you couldn't see each other in person, but you both promised to make it work, and so far? You guys had did just that.
But tonight, everything would change. Keith had arranged a flight to come out and see you, and you both would be in each other's arms by morning. His flight left at twelve midnight, but he would touch down in Atlanta around four in the morning. He was beyond excited to see you, and seeing that picture of you on Instagram just made him even more anxious to claim you as his in person.
"So when do we get to meet her?" Elijah spoke, causing Keith to snap out of his trance. Keith rose an eyebrow at Elijah, "Not for a while. She doesn't even live out here." The boys gave Keith a look of stupidity, causing him to roll his eyes once more. "Ya'll don't even know shit about her. This girl is different from every girl I've met in Los Angeles— half of California, to be exact. She's so.. mysterious; I don't know what side of her I'm going to get every time we speak. She excites me, she gives me a thrill— she draws me in. No other girl has done that to me, and I'd be stupid as hell if I let her slip through my fingers," he explained, causing the boys' faces to soften up. Keith seemed really serious about this (Your Name) character, and who would they be to stand in the way of him possibly finding his soulmate? Keith was reserved, and if he was talking about a girl like this to them? It must be serious.
Algee nodded in understanding, "Well, we support your decision, Keith. We hope she's everything you want and more." Keith couldn't help but give Algee a soft smile, practically blushing at the thought of you, "She is."
It was now eleven-fifty six at night, and Keith was sitting in his plane seat with nobody beside him. He was lucky that the flight to Atlanta wasn't a full one, or else he'd have to be bothered with the constant chatter of the person beside him. Him being famous didn't help that either, so he felt as though it was a gift from God when he saw the last passenger walk passed him and towards the back.
Keith felt his phone buzz, indicating that he had gotten a text message. He knew he would have to turn his phone off soon, so he decided to check it just in case it was one of the boys reminding him to text them once he landed. His nonchalant face turned into a bright, radiant one once he read the contact name and text message:
💍:
I can't wait to see you.
11:57 p.m.
Keith immediately texted back as he heard the flight attendant over the intercom giving the passengers directions to turn their cellphones off and to keep their trays and seats in an upright position:
I can't wait to see you either, baby girl. I'll text you when I'm on my way to your crib.
11:57 p.m.
He immediately turned his phone off once his iMessage read 'delivered' under the bottom of his message, and put his phone in between his legs. 'This is gonna be a long flight,' he thought, but he probably only thought so because he was so anxious to see the girl who rocked his world, regardless of being miles away.
He kept the same goofy grin on his face as he felt the plane take-off, leaving his window open so that he could stare out of it for a bit. The sky was dark, and the stars weren't visible— it reminded him of his life without you. That alone made him close his eyes to keep from the sight and let his chin rest in the palm of his hand that belonged to the arm that was against the head rest of his left armrest. Before he knew it, he dozed off for the remainder of the flight.
Keith's luggage rolled behind him as he kept his phone in front of his eyes, occasionally looking up at the numbers on the different sets of doors on the left and right side of him. He had finally made it to your apartment complex, and was trying to hurry up and find your room number. He felt his hands grow clammy as he inched towards your apartment number which was 236.
234 had just passed his eyes, and he found himself standing in front of your door in the matter of two steps. This was it. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he sat his luggage upright beside him; he gave your door three soft knocks, trying to be courteous to your neighbors that were most likely asleep. He put his hand back on the handle of his luggage as he watched the door fly open almost immediately, his eyes setting open your petite frame. Before he could even do or say anything, your took ahold of his shirt, dragging him, as well as his luggage inside of your apartment. He smirked, closing the door with his foot as you connected your lips with his passionately.
He was finally here in your presence, and God, did it feel good.
— "just keep that on the east side for me, girl
flights in the mornin' (flights in the mornin')
all cause i need your love."
did a surprise update for y'all. 💓 i love this song so much; i literally listen to it everyday.
there will be a part two to this imagine, but only a part two. 😘 from there, i'll determine the release of the new imagines i have as drafts on here, and the continuations of the other imagines i've published already.
i hope you guys enjoy this. 💓
— c. 🌙