Evanstan One shots

My Baby

A/N: part 2 of Jealous Of You and PTSD WARNING

Getting off a 15-hour flight can take a toll on you when the last thing you wanna do is leave mom behind.
I walk out and see my car getting pulled up to me by Mackie.
I put my stuff in the trunk and let Mackie pull me into a tight hug, "you enjoy your wonderful European vacation, good sir?"

"It's not as glamorous as you think."
We pull away and get in the car, letting Mackie drive because I was five seconds from falling asleep. "Bullshit. You may get to say it's not glamorous but us, Americans, don't have the historical architecture like Europe holds. There are more mysterious things and beautiful art then what we have. Shit, Europe is the most haunted and a lot of people are more convinced by ghosts being in Europe because of the long years of history. I would kill to go visit it."

Mackie's passion in where I am from and the way he talks about it makes me feel special in a way. I should plan a time for him to come see it along with meeting my mom as she's heard plenty of him and started asking questions when him and I had that fallout last two years. Now I was able to tell mom everything but the main character she really wants to see is Chris.
Chris and I have been keeping contact with each other over the summer. Texting when we could along with phone calls. Time difference made it a little more difficult but I have never fallen in love so fast before. And when I fell asleep to his soft voice talking about his traveling around the United States for a summer program he joined so he could avoid going back home, you wouldn't believe if I said I once found the rambling annoying.

"Yeah. I see your point"
I pulled the seat back.
"You excited for our senior year of college?"
I chuckle as I ran my fingers through my hair, "I guess"
"You and Chris finally gonna go out or what?"
I looked at him, "what?"
He glanced at me then looked back at the road, "don't play dumb. I know y'all have been flirting over the phone all summer"
I laugh and sink more into my seat, "we'll see."
Mackie patted my shoulder, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. "We're all here for you, Sebastian. You may think you fucked up too many times for us to stay but we've proven to you that you're still our best friend because you've proven to us that you still care. Especially after I found out it was you who nearly killed Liz's ex"

I nodded. I had forgotten I did that until after I went to visit my mom. Chris told me that shortly after the ceremony and "wild after parties", the police tried their investigation on who had assaulted the "poor, defenseless cashier" who just trying to open the store. They ended up finding out along the original goal that this "poor, defenseless cashier" was a rapist after witnessing Liz get dragged all over the store while she struggled until he finally got her in the bathroom.
He didn't deny it either. He confessed and the police decided to pretend the assault never happened and he was arrested.
Just my luck too.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I wouldn't hurt a fly."
Mackie chuckled and continued driving.

*****
Nothing is smarter than going to registration and getting your classes in order before the next week while you're completely jet lagged. Meanwhile, you have three friends pushing you and pointing at classes that "you should definitely take. It won't help your major but I'm in it"
Time goes slower when you're exhausted and your friends wanna drain everything out of you about your summer while you just wanna go to sleep.
I regrettably go with them to dinner. I follow them in the restaurant and sit down. Mackie leans towards me and whispers in my ear, "better perk up. Your little blonde boy is on his way"
I roll my eyes and drink my water, trying to swallow the yawns away. My excitement of seeing Chris didn't seem to diminish the exhaustion.

By the time he join, I was at the resort of drinking coffee to keep my eyes open. What was funny to me is that he was equally tired but he manages to hide it better than I do.
It felt like hours until the rest of the group finally caught up to my level of exhaustion and called it a night.