"Schlatt! Schlatt!" i groaned and squinted, seeing my girlfriend shaking me, looking panicked.

"I'm up, I'm up! What the hell is wrong-"

"Schlatt. It is 5:00 AM, our flight is at six. It takes twenty minutes to get to the goddamn airport and we still have to get through fucking Austin Airport security. Do you know how much recording and tech shit we have to get out of our FIVE BAGS? Not to mention we have to get on the shuttle and try and get some kind of breakfast. If you do not get your ass up and we miss this flight, I am going to kill you so hard that they NEVER find you." She said, voice dangerously calm. My stomach sunk and I quietly stood up and got dressed.

Damn Y/N was scary.

"I am going to put our bags in the car and then sit in it. You genuinely have five minutes to get your ass in the driver's seat."

I swallowed and nodded, rushing into the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and grabbed my toothbrush, hairbrush, and razor, ready to toss it into my bag. I threw my Timbs on and ran like hell outside.

"Shit, that worked huh? Lock the door, please." She said, just as calm as before. I locked the door and hopped into the car. I pulled out of the driveway and we got on the road.

"Charlie, you're on your way to the airport, yeah?" She had called Charlie and had him on the car speaker. My hands were in their usual place for us. One on the wheel, one on her thigh.

"Yeah, I am. You guys too?"

"Yeah. We're like, 5-6 minutes from the airport. God, I'm so glad we got Clear."

"I am also really glad, actually. I almost didn't, but Grace convinced me."

"Ahh, she's so smart dude." Y/N replied happily.

"I know, I know she is." He gushed.

"Doesn't she enjoy staring at the sun?" I raised an eyebrow and Charlie started giggling. That started Y/N laughing too.

"Gosh, I can't wait to, like, actually meet you, Dude. But at the same time, I'm kinda concerned because I feel like you have a bit planned."

"I am not predictable." He stated quietly, implying he really was.

"I am very scared now."

We pulled onto the airport property and I parked in the valet. The guy running the valet came over and noted that we had parked; I did it in advance (Author doesn't know how valet works;-;).

"Alright Charlie, we're at the airport now. I'll text you when we get on the plane; let me know when you get on yours."

"Roger that, slimy captain." Charlie said, straight-faced.

"Slimy captain signing off, Ass Captain." Y/N replied without missing a beat. They both laughed hard and hung up. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"It's me and Charlie, like, what did you really expect." She said back. I shot back a 'fair enough' gesture with my head. We got us and our bags out of the car and started jogging to the building.

"C'mon, C'mon..." Y/N said under her breath as they scanned our stuff. Poor girl looked so damn nervous. They let me into the metal scanner and I was cleared pretty quickly, left to move to the side and get myself together. Y/N went in soon after and her leg got flagged. "Ah, shit." I sighed.

"Alright, what is that, Ma'am?" The security officer asked impatiently.

"I broke my leg and injured my knee severely in a bad car accident when I was younger, I have metal plating all over that leg." She sighed, pointing to her left leg. Now that I think of it, she really doesn't lean on that leg, like, ever. She never sits with her legs crossed and she changes positions a lot when she's sitting.

"We're still 'gonn need to check with the hand scanner. Stay pu'."

Y/N groaned in anxiety and agitation. The officer came back and brought her to the back room. They came back soon after, Y/N looking significantly more peeved and tired.

"She's clear." The officer huffed, then walked off.

"Bitch." Y/N muttered under her breath. I had gathered our things and repacked them; she thanked me tiredly and threw on her converse quickly.

Now I notice she's limping.

"You're limping. Are you okay, what's wrong?"

"That broad pat me down really fucking hard and was overall really goddamn rough. Now my fucking leg hurts." Her New York accent shoved its way out of her throat in full force.

I felt anger surge in my core. "You catch her name?" I huffed, equally as New York.

"I-ugh, no. Look, its okay, babe. You don't have to-" She softened.

"Nah, that mothe' fucka's getting a piece of my goddamn mind." I stormed up to the counter. "Ay! What's your name? Your full name." I snapped.

"Ariana Smithson. What's ya' damage?"

"You hurt my girlfriend with your cocky attitude and pissed off behavior. She told you that she had plating in her leg and yet you were still overly rough with her.  Now she's fucking limping. We gotta wait 4 1/2 hours to get 'er to an urgent care."

"Well, she look guilty. She look like she had a weapon in there or some'in." Ariana said plainly. Her lips were pursed snarkily.

Never has there been a face so GODDAMN punchable!

I saw red and almost rocked her ass, but Y/N rushed over and stood between us.

"My boyfriend and I are gonna sue you. Ya' damn lucky I hobbled my ass over here in time 'cause ya' almost got FUCKED UP. Thanks for giving us ya' name." She winked and took my hand. We rushed to the shuttle and literally managed to get there just in time.

It was 5:26.

That broad almost cost us our flight.

Y/N immediately flopped in a seat and started rubbing her leg, wincing the entire time.

"Are you okay? I am so sorry that bitch did this to you, Princess." I said softly. "Can I look? I asked anxiously. She rolled up her pants and I looked. There didn't appear to be swelling, but she was clearly in pain. I let my hands graze and then begin to massage every inch of her lower leg.

"You-You're really good at this."

"Mhm." She smiled and laid her head back, no longer wincing so much.

"I love you, Schlatt."

"I love you too, Princess."

5:31

We got off the shuttle, Y/N leaning on me slightly to release pressure from her leg. We moved like this all the way to our gate, which was luckily decently close. I sat her down in the chair carefully.

"Watch the stuff, I'm gonna get us a bite to eat. What do you want?"

"Y/O. Thank you, Honey."

"'course."

5:42

I came back some minutes later to Y/N watching Youtube with her Airpods in. I tapped her and handed her Y/O.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it." I took a bite of my bagel and stole one of her earbuds, putting it in mine. Y/N barely batted an eye; I did this a lot. She was watching videos from the last Chuckle Week, no doubt seeing what to expect. We'd all agreed she'd be a Co-host for these days. She leaned her head on my shoulder.

5:45

"Alright folks! Let's get this show on the road! Calling all those who require mobility equipment to come board first!

5:54

"Alrighty! Calling all passengers boarding groups FA (first class A) and BA (Business class A)!"

5:47

"...Calling all passengers boarding groups FB (First Class B) and BB (Business class B)!"

Y/N and I stood up and rushed to get first in line. (We were close to the boarding tunnel anyway) We showed her our boarding passes and headed down, me somewhat supporting her still. We handed our suitcases to the dude who loads them in the bottom. She greeted the flight attendants and pilots and we walked to our seats. We had a cubicle type thing with two beds, both become couches. We had a TV opposite the entrance/exit with a tray table under it. We could stuff our suitcases above the beds in a cubby as well. Y/N smiled and flopped down on the left bed, decently dead from the morning.

I don't think she slept at all.

I smiled and put away our bags. I turned my bed into a couch and turned on the TV, slipping my shoes off and browsing the channels. Y/N went back to Chuckle Sandwich.

I smiled at Y/N's sleeping frame and continued finding something to watch. I settled on Napoleon Dynamite.

It reminds me of her.

9:34 am

Y/N is finally awake again, but kinda out of it. We're watching videos together on her couch, her soft laughs ringing through my ears. She's hungrily eating the (Favorite sandwich) she ordered as I texted Ted.

10:06 AM

"Holy shit, I've never missed the land so damn much. Where did Ted say we were meeting up?"

"The Dunkin Donuts as soon as you get off the shuttle." I said, reading off my phone. She nodded and started heading for it, pulling me along.