Together... and Apart

Part 17

David's POV:

We're heading out of the house with all our luggage right now, we decided to take my car so there won't be too much commotion at the airport. If we took a limo that would be too suspicious, and we would be all over the news. Yeah, we don't want that. We might be recognized by some people, but that's okay, unless it's not a paparazzi. Yeah.. they're annoying. I'm glad that Jennifer likes the gift, especially since I managed to get a private jet for us. It's really exciting. She doesn't know where we're staying yet, I'm thinking of surprising her with it instead. 

We pack all our luggage in the car, while I open the door for Jennifer. I make my way on the other side of the car and sit down at the driver's seat. I start the car and we slowly make our way to LAX airport. I'm really excited about the fact that I'll be staying with Jennifer non stop for a whole week, I won't have to wait to hear her beautiful laugh and see her gorgeous face. I catch Jennifer staring at me from the corner of my eye, so I tilt my head to the side and look back at her. She's smirking, I have absolutely no clue why. I look back at her confused, while she continues smirking, but avoids eye contact with me.

"What?" I ask her quietly.

"Nothing," she says laughing while staring at the window. I admire this moment and suck it in to my brain so I'll never forget the wonderful noise of her laugh. I get caught in a daydream while I stare at her golden, waved hair. I can't believe it's all natural. Before I thought she curled her hair for the wavy look but she was born like that. Her highlights are natural too. Nothing about her is fake, meaning her personality traits as well. She's not one of those girls that get plastic surgery or act fake towards a man just to feel good about herself.. she's better than that. Way better. She's wearing a grey zip up sweater and a crop to underneath, with some denim ripped jeans. Her hair is hanging loosely over her shoulders. One thing that I like most about her hair is the smell. God.. it smells so good all the time. She has this one particular scent that's always stuck by her now, it's like coconuts. I love it. 

"David! Green light!!" she suddenly shouts out, pointing to the traffic lights. 

"Right! Sorry," I say quickly while hitting the gas pedal and making a left turn. 

"Don't apologize," she says and looks at me, smiling. I grin back, while driving into the parking lot in front of our terminal. We get out of the car, I grab the suitcases out of the trunk since they're pretty heavy, and Jennifer wouldn't be able to carry them. We make sure we have everything we need, and I lock the car doors. We each grab one big suitcase while our other hands are free. I feel a warm hand slide in mine, I intertwine my fingers with hers while she looks at me with a nervous smile. We make our way inside and drop off our baggages, but on our way there we get a few stares and get pointed at my some people. I try to hide my face while Jennifer slips her hand out of mine so we don't get caught. We drop off our bags, making us left with our backpacks, so we head to the security check. We try to zoom past a few people who ask for autographs so we sign some, and make our way to the private lounge. 

Jennifer's POV:

We finally made it to the private lounge, we're both panting from running all around the airport. We're in complete privacy now, we were given a private room that has a really cool view of the planes that were taking off. The sun is setting which looks so pretty.. the clouds are painted orange, pink and blue while the sun slowly hides behind a few buildings and palm trees in the distance. David takes a seat beside me while I cuddle up next to him, my head leaning on his shoulder and his arm around me. Our flight is supposed to leave at around 7:45, and right now it's 6:30. We have lots of time since we should be getting called to our gate in around 45 minutes to board the plane. One pretty cool thing is that we don't have to leave the private lounge to board the plane, the gate is already connected to the lounge. We don't have to worry about getting past people who are asking for autographs or screaming our names. Luckily we did not pass any paparazzi's so our secret is still safe.