MonkyingAround's The Script OneShot Contest

Round One: Romance

"It is so good to be back," I muttered under my breath as the plane that the lot of us were on descended into the Heathrow Airport. Well, the runway for that matter, not the airport itself. That would just be stupid.

"Yeah, touring's great and all but it's always great to go back home," Glen elaborated.

"Sick of it already?" I heard Mark ask. I honestly couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. "We've just finished the North American leg of the tour, we've still got Asia and Africa to go in addition to some more shows in Ireland."

"Aw naw, never," I commented. "It is nice to have a break, see the family and all."

"I guess you've got a point there," Mark agreed. This is probably something that everyone who needs to travel for work could agree on. However nice it may be to see the world, it's always nice to go back home to your roots.

"We have now touched down at Heathrow," a female flight attendant announced over the intercom system. "You may feel free to collect your things. Thank you for flying with us, and we hope the next time you decide to travel you travel with us."

"About bloody time!" I somewhat cheered as soon as I had stepped foot out of the airplane. A feature that struck me as rather peculiar was that there wasn't a long ass portable hallway that led you from the door of the plane to the inside of the building unscathed by the elements, nor was there a little hybrid of a bus and a subway that brought you closer to the entrance. You simply had to walk from the exit of the rather small plane to the gate. I didn't mind the fresh air though. It was actually rather nice considering the three of us in addition to the unsung heroes better known as the backstage crew had been traveling by bus, boat, and plane for well about thirteen hours.

"It's raining!" Glen exclaimed, his tone suggesting something out of fright.

"Afraid you'll melt?" Mark asked sarcastically. I couldn't help myself but get a laugh out of this.

"Well, I am just that sweet," Glen said, a wide grin upon his face.

"Wow Glen," I began to speak. "That's quite the shit eating face you've put on just now. I didn't know you still, had that in you!" Glen obviously wasn't very impressed with that, so much so that his grin disappeared at the speed of a finger snap.

I was quite surprised that nobody had come up to us and asked for a picture or an autograph during the whole airplane to gate commute, but also grateful for it. I don't mind taking pictures and signing things, not at all, it's just sometimes you'd rather do without having to do any of those things. Everybody is probably just too fucking tired and just wants to get back to their home.

There was a welcoming committee for us inside the building, holding up signs and everything. The whole nine yards. Rina and the kids were there. Luke was there too! Everyone was there... Even Sylvia.

Respectfully, Mark floated over to Rina and his children and Glen to Luke. I, however, just stood frozen in place with a giant smile upon my face, one quite similar to the one on Glen's not long ago. Yup, that same shit eating grin.

"Sylvia," I spoke, overcome with joy. It's been two months since I've actually seen her, which is a lot of time in itself, but it felt like even longer. Yeah, there was always the hour or longer calls on the phone and the occasional video chats, but nothing compares to seeing the physical being.

At that very moment, despite there being at least a couple dozen people within a five meter radius and quite s few more throughout the whole airport, it felt like Sylvia and I were the only people there.

"Hi Dan," Sylvia smiled back while moving a stray piece of her hair which was a color identical to that of chocolate that had fallen by her eyes behind her ear, her golden colored eyes shimmering such as the moon on a starless night. "Been awhile now, hasn't it?"

"Yeah, it definitely has," I agreed. Tears soon came to her eyes. "Come on here," I muttered under my breath before moving in her direction, taking her by the hand and sneaking into a little more of a private corridor. I had a feeling that something was going on, and privacy is a big thing for Sylvia. She's more if a private and quite the reserved person so the less in public it is, the better in her case.

"I missed you so much," she confessed.

"I missed you as well," I returned. "But I know that's not really what's up. So, what's going on in that little head of yours?"

"Just the thought that..." She trailed off, soon letting out a wheeze of sorts, like you'd do when you're crying a lot and your nose starts to feel funny.

"The thought of what?" I questioned.

"The thought that you'd change your mind about me," she finished. "That you'd just leave me and I'd just become another notch on your bedpost that you'd never even want to hear about again."

"Me, change my mind about you?" I couldn't help myself but ask. "No, never."

I remained silent for a moment, slightly unsure about what to say next. Part of me can't even believe that this kind of thought would even come to her mind. I guess being alone will do these kinds of things to your mind.

"Sylvia, you are unlike anybody that I have ever met," I informed. "I would never be able to forget about you, not ever."

"But there are so many other people out there that would throw themselves at your feet," Sylvia brought up. "You would easily be able to replace me."

"Well, you have got that first part right," I murmured under my breath, not wanting her to hear that. "But there is one problem with that."

"And that would be?"

"None of them are you," I concluded. "Now come here."

She seemed to be hesitant at first, but soon came over and wrapped herself around me in an embrace. Just this once, I knew that Sylvia's knack for imagining the worst of things to happen between us was in check. Just this once.

"I would definitely be a fool to let you go."

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So... I hope that this wasn't absolutely horrible. I didn't exactly get everything that I thought up of to happen in this but I didn't want to draw it out. This is also kinda meant to be somewhat short. I also wanted to keep this short and sweet and felt that had I drawn it out, the magic would be lost. As you've probably figured out, this was written for a oneshot contest being run by MonkyingAround and the theme for the first round was Romance, as the part title suggests. I just hope that this was romantic enough.