The flight

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Julian and I are sitting on the plane on our way to Madrid. Normally, we would take a private jet but when it’s such short notice and such a long flight, we fly commercial.

Julian turns to face me in his seat and asks “So why was the girl wearing your hoodie last night?”

I roll my eyes, “shut up man”

He laughs, “You’re in deeper than I thought.”

I give him a deadly look “Would you just go to sleep or somethin?”

He lifts his hands in surrender and laughs more.

“You could’ve killed Rio with that knife you pulled out ya know?” Julian says.

And I would’ve succeeded if you didn’t pull me away,” I say with an attitude.

“C'mon man, over a girl?” he says truly curious.

“That’s not what it’s about…” I say wanting to end this stupid fucking conversation.

“Alright man, my bad.” he says and I know he’s not believing a word I say, but trying to keep me calm.

Julian turns back to a forward-facing position and closes his eyes, I do the same but I don’t fall asleep. I can’t stop thinking about