Cracked | BoomerNA ✔️

[ 035 ]

[ 035 -  How Fucking Cliché ]
( Word Count - 1048 )
- Written on September 19th 2021 -
• Unedited Because I'm Rewatching DSMP •

I tug on my mask lightly as my eyes scan the crowd around me, feeling lost and not exactly sure where I am supposed to be going. I feel my backpack weighing down on me because it's filled with some of my belongings but still it's nothing compared to the stress that is on my shoulders at the moment. I hear someone speak across the PA and start to move with the rest of the crowd, trying to make my way to one of the far walls as I pull my phone out of my pocket. It's empty of notifications with the exception of things from Twitter and other social media's which I am too lazy to check. I bite my lip as I scroll through my contacts, clicking on the one I needed and holding it to my ear while leaning against the wall.

"Where are you?" I ask quietly as I hear him pick up, not even trying to say hello. I see some eyes quickly flicker to me and then away and feel myself shrink further into the wall, not wanting people to be looking at me. I'm not exactly dressed the best but I'm not going to take a seven, almost eight, hour flight and not be dressed in something comfortable. I hear a small tired chuckle come from him and hold the phone closer to my face. "Boomer, I swear if you haven't left yet," I go to threaten him, my voice getting quieter with every word because I'm not ok with being abandoned in a random airport somewhere in the middle of Virginia.

"Take a breath," Boomer tells me and I realize that he must notice how uncomfortable I sound or something. I take a breath and feel my shoulders relax slightly but still I can feel my heart racing quickly in my chest. "Behind you." He says a second later and I spin on my heels to see him with his phone to his ear and a grin across his face. I feel all of the stress melt away as I meet his eyes and push through the crowds, jumping into arms as soon as I'm close enough and he chuckles a little.

"Oh my god," I mutter into his neck as I wrap my legs around his waist and his arms wrap around my bottom to keep me from crashing to the ground. We stay like this in silence for a few minutes, standing in the middle of the crowded airport, simply holding each other because we haven't seen each other in months and a lot can happen in months.

"Hey baby girl," Boomer says and I feel his hand travel higher on my back. A smile grows on my face and I can't help but feel happier then I had been in the longest time. It's nice to be back in his arms. It's not like we don't talk to each other, we stream with each other and have calls that last for hours but it's so much different to be with him in real life. A second later, my feet touch the ground and we meet each other's eyes again. "You're actually here." He tells me with a grin showing on his face even though the mask is hiding it and I feel my face turn pink as I nod a little.

"I'm actually here." I repeat and it actually hits me that I'm here, in America with Boomer and it's not a dream or something like that. He pulls me into another hug and I giggle a little, my chest buzzing with butterflies as I take in his scent and warmth. "Wow," I mutter and look up at him to meet his eyes again.

"Can I kiss you?" Boomer asks quietly and I feel a small grin appears on my face at the question. The person in the PA reads out that another flight is going to be leaving soon but I pay no attention to that as I stand on my toes and kiss him. His hands travel to my hips and rest there as I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Dumb ass," I laugh lightly, pulling away from him so we are only inches apart from each other and he rolls his eyes as I pull my mask back up over my nose because if you don't wear it over your nose your a fucking idiot who only has themselves to blame when they or someone they loves gets sick. "You don't have to ask." I tell him and place my hand on his forehead with a small giggle. I watch as he takes the bag from my shoulders and throws it over his own, carrying it for me even though he didn't have to. I could carry it on my own but before I can tell him to give it back he gives me a small look, shaking his head with a childish grin across his face that makes me scoff.

"I'm being nice," Boomer tells me and he takes my hand in his with a grin across his face. I roll my eyes in response but grip his hand back with a matching smile appearing on my face. I am also more then grateful for the mask which is covering my face as it's the thing that's keeping his from seeing my cheeks that are starting to turn pink.

"How fucking cliché," I say to mock to him and he stops to look me in the eyes again as we approach the machine to get my bag. I grin a little as he stares at me and chuckles a little, kissing my forehead happily through the mask.

"Eh," He shrugs as my single suitcase filled with my stuff comes around on the machine. I honestly hadn't packed much knowing that I would either be buying clothes and other things here or, more likely, would just be taking Boomer's clothes as I liked the fact they were so much bigger on me. "I like cliche." Boomer admits and I roll my eyes a little but laugh nonetheless, happy to be in the United States with him.