With the Lights Off...

(52): If We'd Never Met

*So this update took longer than expected. Also, this story is not ready to end yet, so I changed my mind about the 50 chapters. Besides, it turns out I'm already on Chapter 52. Let's make it 60 or 65 then? Anyway, I just finished reading The Geography of You and Me and it was amazeballs. Highly recommend it. The title is inspired by Gabe Bondoc's song. He is one of my favorite YouTube artists, next to Tori Kelly, Jeremy Passion, and Daniel de Bourg. Give them a listen for me please HAHA :)

Nina's POV

"On the scale from 1 to 10, how much do you love me?"

From behind me, Ian was packing up his suitcase, expertly folding his shirts and jeans into a neat pile. I smiled at him, completely amazed how quick he actually learned to pack efficiently after the incident that caused us to be behind schedule for about twenty minutes.

"Isn't that just the best way to go about the morning?" I asked, tossing Ian his shirt. "Do I have to answer that?"

"Not really," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. He tucked his chin in the crook between my head and my shoulder. "An answer wouldn't hurt though."

I smirked and held onto his hands tightly. "On a scale from 1 to 10," I whispered, turning to face him. "I love you a hundred."

"That's not part of the choices," he said, pouting.

I kissed him softly and tugged at his bottom lip. "No frowning, it's too sexy," I said. "And besides, my love for you is immeasurable, the hundred was actually an understatement."

"If you loving me was a hundred, I'd be loving you a thousand," he said, kissing me again.

"Not part of the choices," I whispered back.

"I choose outside of the choices," he whispered back. "I'm a bad boy that way."

"Boy is a wrong term for you," I said. "If you continue referring to yourself like that, I don't think I'd ever get to see past the bad teeth and messy hair."

He looked at me pointedly. "Do you actually think that I was a big loser when I was a kid?"

I bit my lip and said, "I actually-."

"Because you're right," he said, shrugging. "No one wanted to go out with this guy back then."

I wrapped my arms around his waist. "Stupid, stupid girls," I whispered, laughing.

"Not everyone could see past the bad teeth and messy hair," he said.

"Or maybe it was because of the eye poking with pointy paper planes," I said.

"What?"

I smirked and looped my arm around his neck. "Your dad told me all about all those paper airplanes, remember?"

"No, I don't," he said. "I don't think you even told me about that, did you? It happened when you looked for me."

"It did," I sighed. "He told me that you wrote those paper plane letters to me when we first broke up. He told me he knew you wanted me to read them."

"I never really thought I'd have the courage to send them to you or mail them. I was too scared that you've moved on," he said.

I disregarded everything he just said and continued. "Your dad told me you used to do this with the girls you liked back then. Too bad your aim sucked."

He smirked and said, "Nah. My targets were just wrong."

I shrugged and he inched closer to me. "It's for the best. Because if you got it right that time, you're plane would be landing somewhere else."