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Well! After quite a bit of straight writing, and tons of inspiration from various people on here, including but certainly not limited it to, these lovelyladiesrighthere, I finally got this little Joshifer plane one-shot done! I had so much fun writing this particular one, let me tell you. It makes me so happy to know that those two lovely dorks were up in the sky with each other for nine hours, doing nothing but bothering each other, bickering, and cuddling. So of course I had to write about it haha!
And I am so sorry; I honestly could not help myself with that pun for the title lmao!
I’d also like to say Happy Easter to anyone who celebrates it, and I hope you all have a lovely day! So as usual, without further ado…
Stakes on a Plane
My voice is groggy as my head bashes back against the hard backing of the chair behind me. As if that wasn’t already a bad enough wake-up call, I feel small hands prodding my sides at a hastened pace.
“Josh. Come on Josh, wake up.”
When I refuse, I feel a light stinging sensation as a hand comes in contact with my face, which is enough to drain the sleep from my system.
“Ow! What the hell?” I whine, blinking open my eyes only to come face to face with Jennifer. She’s smiling, and she rubs my cheek gently before tugging on my shoulder.
“You’re easily injured, I know,” she murmurs before standing up, backing away from the chair I’m propped in, “Come on asshole. We don’t want to miss our flight.”
Oh. Right. Our flight.
Jennifer, Woody, Francis, and I had been idling in the Atlanta airport for quite some time, waiting to board the next flight to Paris. Though I’ve been to Paris countless times on my own, I haven’t been with such an extraordinary group of people, and filming Mockingjay there will certainly prove to be interesting.
As excited as we were to get to the airport and wait for our flight, the large layover proved to be a killer one; six hours in a building with nothing to do but idle around.
And I guess I was more tired than I had originally intended to be, because here I was, falling asleep in one of the more uncomfortable chairs found within the airport.
Sighing and gathering my carry-on’s together, I blink the last bits of sleep from my eyes before tagging along side with Jennifer. She’s smiling and carrying on to Francis about how excited she is to go to Paris and film, and I cannot help but smile myself. And envy her energetic spirit of course.
Boarding the plane doesn’t take long, and before I know it, we’re preparing to embark across the ocean.
After slinging my things beneath the row of seats we have claimed, I begin to shuffle towards the window seat, but a firm hand on my shoulder stops me.