It wasn't fair. I didn't want to read the place where I had grown up. It just wasn't fair. I had friends here. I didn't want to leave any of them. I'd give anything to stay here in Stirling. Hell, I'd give a kidney just to stay here. (Though I'd be staying in the morgue, since I only actually have one kidney. You get what I mean, though.) Heaving a sigh, I clambered into the jeep, my sister Harmony giving my arm a reassuring squeeze. She was more optimistic about all of this. Her reasoning for this was that she gets to meet my internet boyfriend since we're moving to his state. I kindly pointed out that a) he's not my boyfriend; he's simply a friend (Who I find incredibly attractive, as she kindly added) and b) it would just be creepy to find him and say hi. Though, she did point out that him stating that he would keep me forever was creepy in itself, thus sparking up my initial fear that he's a sneaky, forty year old rapist. And I actually voiced this fear to him via Skype. Apparently, my paranoia is hilarious.
"Hey, Law?" Harmony's voice pierced through my thoughts, causing me to jerk my head up in fright.
"What?" I asked, resting my head against the cool window.
"It's going to be fine." I nodded at her words, too tired to start an argument. My head, however, was screaming; 'Liar! It's not going to be fine! It will never be fine. It never was fine.' I plastered on a smile, thoughts wandering to my friends.How would they cope without me - No, how would I cope without them? They were my life. Every Saturday without fail, Sean and I would go ice skating before spending the day jumping on buses. We'd go anywhere they took us. I chuckled quietly, recalling the time we tried to get the bus back from Glasgow, but ended up in Edinburgh. (We don't quite know how exactly it happened.) Sean completely freaked. He started panicking and spewing out all this stuff about pedophiles and potential rapists. The poor kid was terrified. He's a year younger than me; only fifteen. So naive of him to think that, just because I'm a legal adult, I can prevent things like that from happening. It had taken half an hour to calm him down and convince him that we'd be fine. We managed to get the bus back, but it wasn't for something like an hour afterwards. I cheered him up by taking his picture next to a TARDIS, though. Well, technically, it was just a blue police box, but we swear, there was a Time Lord in there.
My thoughts turned to my surroundings. I hadn't even noticed my mother start driving. Mother. Another word I shall have to substitute for some American word. "Mom" I think it is. We're going to stick out like sore thumbs, I just know it. I knew that at least one person would ask us if we played the bagpipes or ate Haggis. As my 'mom' drove, the scenery whizzed past. It was sad, really. Not getting time to appreciate it's beauty. I loved nature. It was beautiful. Everything was just so... untampered with. I hated masking true beauty. (I even hid Harmony's makeup once because I was upset at her hiding her true beauty behind that stuff.) I loved pretty things. Especially roses. Not your typical red roses, mind you. Those white ones with the flecks of red.
I sighed, watching the blurs of green and grey go past.
"Goodbye Scotland." I whispered to myself as we reached Edinburgh airport. I heard my words echoed by my sister, but in an adventurous and cheerful tone. Harmony was so optimistic. That's what I loved most about her. She could appear touch and courageous about things when, on the inside, she just wanted to cry. I admired that quality, I'll admit. When something was affecting me, people knew. I can be read like an open book, apparently. (By everyone other than my internet friend, that is. He claims to be Dyslexic when it comes to reading the rare and complex species called Lawrence.) I smiled a little as I unbelted myself and got out of the jeep, grabbing a black rucksack from the floor. It had everything I needed in it. My Ipod Wes, My phone David and my laptop Pablo. Harmony had packed my clothes - knowing I could care less about them. As long as I had internet and music, I could survive. If it was up to me, I'd wear the same stuff for days and just go starkers for the day they were getting washed. Fortunately, it wasn't up to me. The little kids can keep their innocence. For now.
Without a second glance back at my family, I strolled towards the airport doors, doing my best not to get run down by any Taxi drivers. It was only when I reached the doors that I stopped and turned slowly. Mum had my passport and the plane tickets. I clucked my tongue impatiently, pulling out my phone.One new text from him.
'On the plane yet? -J' I laughed a little, shaking my head. I didn't get why he signed his texts, since he was saved in my contacts. I found it endearing, though.
'Just at the airport. Waiting for the sibling and mother to get over he-asdfghjkl.This is 'The sibling'. I stole the phone. What he meant to say was we're just at the airport. Me mam's showing the tickets to the people just now. By the way, he can't wait to see you. ;J' I groaned, snatching my phone back. Trust Harmony to embarrass me before we even left the country. I buzzed my phone off silent,looking up as my mother beckoned us to follow her towards the gates. I stopped dead as Glee's rendition of 'Uptown Girl' began to play, face burning scarlet. How could I forget that was my message tone? I opened the text, walking quickly after my mother and sister, unable to stop a small grin forming on my lips.
'Oh, can't he? ;) You know, L, part of me thinks that you typed that last part yourself. -J' I let out a loud huff, glowering at Harmony. I blinked rapidly, only just noticing that we'd boarded the plane. Sighing, I seated myself, beginning to type out a reply to him.
'I swear, it was Harmony.' As directed by the air hostess, I switched my phone off after sending the text. An announcement went over the tannoy, telling us to fasten our seatbelts. I did as instructed, before leaning back in my seat and closing my eyes; drifting off.
