Possession

Septendecim

"Oh my, isn't this place amazing? The airport is so fancy!" Erika's eyes sparkled over the huge glass windows that emphasized the sun's rays. Caroline admired how blue the sky looked. She liked the color blue.

Caroline followed her mom to the baggage-claim area. She was easily entertained over the carousel that she missed picking up her luggage twice.

"There it is!" Her arms were too short to reach the red bag. Others reached for their bags, causing them to push it even further. She cursed under her breath.

This is taking too long. Aden commented.

Shuddup, I'll get it this time... Caroline's eyes were glued to the bag. She tried to walk as normal as she can, but honestly she looked like a munchkin cat chasing a mouse. She reached as far as she could, and finally grabbed the handle.

"Yes!" She muttered. "What the-?" The bag was heavier than she remembered-cleaner, too. She checked the name tag, reading the name "Aaron" instead of hers.

" 'Aaron'? No, this can't be right." She checked the bag again, opening the front zipper where a bunch of Superman boxer shorts fell out. She blushed in embarassment. Caroline stuffed it back in the bag and looked around her. It felt like the whole world was pressuring her. Her heart was pumping like wildfire.

"Where is it?" She muttered. Caroline didn't know that she could put the bag back in the carousel so she carried it the whole time looking for her bag.

Suddenly, a tall boy with long curly hair caught her (and many other girls') attention. He was about the same age (maybe older?) and was unbelievably handsome. Her eyes followed his him the whole time, forgetting about the lost-bag incident until she realized he was carrying the same bag she owned. Is that mine? She thought. I'll give it a try.

"Oh-um-e-excuse me?" She jogged towards him. The boy turned around, looking for whoever said that and found a girl running towards him.

"Yeah?" He realized how short the girl was, or maybe he's that tall. He couldn't stop staring at her emerald-green eyes; they were so mesmerizing.

"I think you got the wrong bag, sir."

"Sir"? What the-are you a fucking maid? Aden commented. Caroline ignored.

"W-what?" The boy checked the bag and saw the tag had the name "Caroline" written in gold sharpie. "Oh, sorry. They all look the same hehe."

A cold touch was felt as they exchanged bags from each other. Caroline's heart jumped when she felt his hand glide over hers. They were soft; unbelievably soft for a guy.

"Uhh  t-thanks..." As soon as she felt her face warming up, Caroline ran to her mom. She looked back to see him turned. His arms swung to another girl's neck; they were laughing about something.

"Oh..." Caroline looked down.

Lucky her. Aden joked.

"What's wrong, hon?" Caroline's mom said in concern.

"Nothing..." Caroline cleared her throat. "So where's dad?"

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