With the Lights Off...

(27): Best I Ever Had

*Finallyyyyy! :DD touchdown Philippines tho haha xD :"> the first setting will be in Manila, which is the capital of the Philippines (this is only the first part) and the next will be in Tacloban, which was the affected part of Typhoon Haiyan. I hope you guys like it. thank you for all your support! <3 love y'all.*

Ian's POV

"Neens, wake up," I sighed, poking her playfully on the arm. She remained unfazed and I laughed. With her eye mask on and her mouth hanging open, she looked just like a five year-old who wanted to be a glitterati diva. It was almost like she was just in her own room, without another care in the world. 

"Ninaaaaa," I sighed, pinching her cheeks wildly. "We're here! Look, we'll be landing in twenty minutes!"

"MMMM!" she groaned, slapping my hand away. I laughed and grabbed both of her cheeks, pinching them equally hard.

Then, she just slapped me across the face, yanked off her eye mask and glared at me angrily, rubbing her now-red cheeks. "That was uncalled for!" she shrieked.

"And so was that!" I said, rubbing my now-sore face. "You really do have quite a slapping hand. I feel so bad for Trish now."

She glared at me and turned to face me. "That's because my slapping hand has had a lot of practice," she said. "And you don't deserve to feel bad for her. You're the one who threw her in the looney bin."

"Did you literally just say 'looney bin'?" I asked, laughing yet again.

"So what if I did?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said. "It's just so adorable when you say it."

"Seriously?! ADORABLE?" she groaned. "Ugh. I thought you were going to say sexy or seductive or something equally thrilling. Pfft, now I'm mad."

I laughed and pinched her nose between my fingers. "You're mad, now are you?" I sighed. She slapped my hand away again and rolled her eyes.

"Yes I'm mad," she groaned. "Do you think any girl would prefer being called adorable to being called sexy? Of course not!"

"But you ARE adorable!" I sighed loudly. 

"NO," she sighed dramatically. "I am NOT adorable. In fact, I am sexy. Like, VSA sexy! I'm a freakin' sex goddess!"

I inwardly laughed on that one and took her hand. "Why are you getting all Emma Stone in Crazy. Stupid. Love on me? I know you're sexy, Neens. You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my lifetime."

"Right, well thank you then," she said. "That's so much better. I feel much better now."

"But wait a second," I chuckled. "What did you mean by VSA sexy?"

"SERIOUSLY?" she groaned. "I meant, Victoria's Secret Angel sexy! Like, I meant Adriana Lima or Behati Prinsloo-ish!"

"Right, I totally knew that babe, I totally did," I said. 

"Of course you did," she sighed.

"Well, I didn't," I said. "But what I do know is that you were hailed one of Victoria's Secret's Sexiest last year."

"Right," she said. "For Sexiest Style."

I laughed and recognized the disappointment in her voice. She loved fashion, she sure did. But, maybe she just wanted to be called sexy for something else.

"Well," I said, looking at her up and down. "Based on what you look like right now, I'm siding on them with this one."

She looked at her outfit and said, "I didn't have time to pull something together."