[WP] You and your crush are on the same flight. The plane is about to crash and, in your final moments, you tell the crush that you love them. Miraculously though, the pilot rescues the plane. It turns out the crush does not like you back, and you two have to spend the rest of the flight together.

As the engines rattled and the plane spiraled towards the earth, I felt Sabrina take my hand in hers and clutch it tight. I gulped. My heart raced, not because of how pretty she looked, but because I was about to die. Okay maybe a little because of how pretty she looked.

"I'm sorry, mom!" I heard her shout. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm sorry I told you I hated you! I don't!" Tears streamed down her beautiful face, flying off at weird angles as the turbulence rocked the plane. We lurched left and right, and my head slammed into hers. It was the closest we'd ever been.

All around us, passengers shouted their apologies, their wishes and prayers. I closed my eyes and filled my lungs. It was now or never. "Sabrina!" I shouted, and she turned. The way her dark hair framed her porcelain features made my face turn red. Or maybe it was the pressure change from the rapid descent.

"What?" She shouted back, as the plane dipped into a nosedive. Plastic cups, magazines, and a trolley full of drinks flew past me. I choked up. I was really going to die here.

"I LOVE YOU!" I screamed, and pulled her in for a kiss. Surprised, she didn't resist.

That was it. I could die now. I felt oddly at peace as I waited for the impact. Or perhaps it had already happened so quickly that it'd been painless. Oh well. I lived my life well. The last ten seconds of it, anyway. I opened my eyes to the sound of cheering as the cabin righted. The bodybuilder next to me roared and pounded his chest. It was like sitting in the front row of a rock concert.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking... We ran into some engine problems... Oh who cares? Frank, we saved it! We freaking saved it! Drinks are on me, you glorious-!" The announcement cut out. Moments later, the PA system fired back up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Frank, your copilot. Apologies for anything unsavory you may have heard. This does not reflect the opinions of the airline. We will be ten minutes late to our destination."

I realized I was still kissing Sabrina and let go. She stared, straight ahead, in an expression of absolute shock. I didn't blame her. She'd almost just died. I punched her in the shoulder.

"So, now you know. Do you like me back?" She looked at me without turning her head, then looked away. I hoped her neck wasn't injured.

"Sabrina? You okay there? If your neck's hurt, I know some massage techniques that I can try. I mean, if that's too forward, that's fine, you do you, but at least put a pillow back there." I stammered. Finally, she blinked twice and turned to face me.

"Okay," she said.

"Okay for the pillow, for the massage, or okay that you like me back- I'll shut up now, you take your time, sorry." I had to give her some space. It was a lot to take in.

"Okay, like, just okay, this is not okay. I mean... I thought you were into guys." My heart sank.

"What? But... you were always down to hang out. What about that night at the club where you told me how all your exes were scum and you wanted to just take a break from all that?" I pleaded. It felt as if my life had just ended all over again.

"Look, I know you're my girlfriend, but not like, my girlfriend like... romantically. More like, 'hey, girlfriend, wanna grab some McDonald's after the flight?' kinda thing." She patted me on the head. "It's okay. You'll find someone else. And we can still hang out. Just don't try anything weird, y'know?"

"Yeah. Okay." I sat quietly, eyes front, for the rest of the flight, sniffling to myself. When we landed, we ditched the news crew and went to get some McDonald's.