Kindred Spirits

inconvenience

five |

Tremaine |

"Ah, Toronto." I sighed, entering the airport. I was kinda nervous, I won't lie. After all that Jabri filled into my head, the dangers of doing this shit, and knowing that there's no turning back now; reality was kicking in. Only thing I can say is making this more bearable, is knowing chances are, Onyx feels the same.

She didn't tell me where she was so, I just wandered. As excited as I was to tear this place up in search for her, I was thinking about how this would go. How do we start to approach this? What the hell we gon' do for a week?

Fuck?

While that would be splendiferous, that's not why I flew out here. Why did I fly out here? Shaking the thoughts I felt were making me question this, I clutched the black handles to my suitcases and rolled towards a bench. As I sat down, I pulled out my phone, scrolling to Onyx.

Onyx |

"Breathe, O." I coached myself. I was parked outside of the airport, reality settling deep into my core. When the situation hit me, it basically boiled down to me realizing that I was about to pick up a stranger and allow for him to stay in my home for a week. What?!

Essentially, he's a stranger. So, he told me about himself and his family. He could be a fraud, he could be lying. Is it too late to turn back? And if it's not, would I? No. Trey has me way too intrigued; that's how it starts. They trap you, get you wrapped into their web of lies. I mean, the relationship budded over the web. That barrier, it's easy for people to wear a façade, just to veil the ugly truth. I could be picking up a damn serial killer.

"Fuck." I sighed, staring at the ignition in contemplation. I mean... I could just pull off. But, what about the goods of meeting him? He could be everything he claims that he is and more. I don't think anyone can hold a ruse for such a long period of time anyhow. Maybe I'm thinking on overdrive. Too much pessimism isn't good.

But, neither is too much optimism.

Getting frustrated with my thoughts, I snatched my key out of the ignition and hopped out. My mind had shut down on me, my body taking the baton for this one. It's best that way, especially when I begin to think myself into a meaningless internal palaver.

The airport was jam-packed. Well, it was Spring Break. I walked around the waiting area of the terminal, drifting my eyes over all of the people. Many people were quickly moving like busybodies while one man stayed seated with his attention aimed at his phone. I strained my vision more, seeing that it was in fact, Tremaine.

Taking a well-needed breath, I maneuvered through the chairs until I was planted before him. He glanced up, his plump lips broadening into a breathtaking smile. Even though those vexations still swarmed my head, I was eased by his smile.

"I was just about to call you." he admitted, standing tall. Tremaine had told me that he stood at 6'1" before. But, in person, it was a whole different story. He looked like a Greek God, muscular and high in stature. Perfect.

"Oh," I mumbled, "Well, you're ready?"

"Yea."
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The car ride back to my place was dead silent. I figured he'd be the one to spark up conversation but, it seemed we were both anxious. Be that as it may, he was staying with me for an entire week. One of us better break the ice.

"So, how was your flight?" I asked, glancing over at him for a brief moment.

"Comfortable. Better than I thought it would be, considering I hate flying." he confessed through a chuckle.