he tries to make a move.

you sat on the plane next to brad, don't me wrong, he was a nice guy, just a little too nice sometimes. he didn't blip, but he acted like a child 100% of the time. peter sat on the other end of the plane, trying to make a plan to sit next to you.

"peter, the way of love will find you, you can't rush." ned said, being the philosopher he should be.

"excuse me!" peter yelled, gaining the attention of the teacher.

"yes peter?"

"i'm allergic to perfume, and the woman in front of me is making it flare up, can i move to the other end of the plane?"

"nonsense!" the teacher said, grasping peter's hand and pulling him in the seat in between the two teachers. as you watched, you laughed, watching as peter became increasingly more uncomfortable as the minutes passed.

"mr. dell?" you asked, pretending to cough. the teacher walked over, looking at you with concern. "im sorry, but brad's deodorant must have something in it, i cant stop sneezing... can i move up with you guys?" mr. dell nodded, worried for his students safety, but mostly annoyed. you smiled at peter as you wedged yourself in between him and mr. harrington.

"y/n?" you smiled, handing him one of your earbuds.

"wanna listen?"