Chapter 9-secret keepers

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"Flight 13 to New York City boarding."

I let out a sigh and stand in line.

"I'm sitting with you guys I say walking up to Sammy and Johnson

They turn around.

"Ok." Johnson says

"Im just now that I've realized how short you are." Sammy laughs, "how tall are you?"

I look down at the ground "5' 2" I say quietly

(That's a difference I'm 5' 4", ok continuing the story)

"Seriously?" Johnson asks raising his eye brows.

"That's why you always wear heels." Sammy chimes in.

(Lol I NEVER wear heels.)

"Oh my gosh yes I know I'm short, just shut up."

"Rawr." Johnson says sassily.

I give him a dirty look and he puts his arms up in surrender.

I turn toward Sammy, "I call window." I say

"What no, that's not happening." he says back

"Yes it is." I sass back crossing my arms

For the remainder of the time Sammy and I keep pushing each other to get in front

After the lady checks our tickets we race into the plane.

Sammy beats me to the window

I cross my arms "not fair." I huff. "Can I please sit they're Sammy?" I ask him with puppy eyes.

"Well I gues-." he stops himself, "no stop with the eyes." he says and looks away.

"Please."

"No"

"Please."

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Please."

"Sure."

"Really?" I ask exited

He turns toward me "no." he says and laughs

"I hate you." I pout and cross my arms.

"You know you love me." he says back.

"Please." I say giving him my most innocent look.

"Nope." he says turning away from me.

He leaves me no choice. I go and sit on his lap.

"I'm not moving until you let me have this seat." I say thinking I'm pretty clever.

"Well I hope your comfortable because I'm not moving sweet cheeks." he responds with a smile on his face.

I lean my head on the window so then Sammy has to look at me

"Please." I whine and trace his jawline with the tip of my nail.

"Ok fine." he says and scoots over.

I sit in the seat as he scoot over and sits in the seat next to me.

"Thanks Sammy." I say

He just smiles and stares at me, and I kind of makes me uncomfortable

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I blush

"Your blushing." Johnson says from behind Sammy

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