A book written by a middle schooler: my embarrassment that I can't part from

K*** POV

I was bouncing in my seat, "Can you go any faster?" I whined at the cab driver. "Do you WANT me to get a speeding ticket? I'm already 20 over the limit!" the cab driver whined back.

We were weaving through the cars trying to catch up to Claire. All the way to the... Airport? SHE WAS LEAVING ENGLAND! If I didn't catch her, she would be gone... Forever.

We passed Claire going into the airport. "Stop this car!" I yelled. I threw some money towards the driver, grabbed my flowers and leaped out if the car.

I ran to the ticket counter, "Give me your cheapest ticket." I said slightly out of breath. "Yes... To Manchester? That will be 500$." She stuck out her hand.

Shit! I didn't have 500$ on me! "Umm... Can you charge that to the Fitzpatrick card?" Sorry Julia! "Certainly. She printed the ticket, very slowly I might add. I bounced on the balls of my feet, she handed me the ticket and I bolted to security.

30 minutes and a full body check later, I was standing looking at the list of departures. Tahiti, Tibet, Toronto! Gate 324, leaving in 10 minutes.

I ran, and saw the gates pass by, 318, 320, 322, 324! I saw a blonde ponytail by the door, "Claire!" I yelled out and pushed through the crowd.

I came to the Gate entry way, a confused Claire standing with a suitcase in hand. "I'm so sorry, I should have believed you, not Steven. I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"I should be the one who's sorry! I practically used you for sex!" we got a few strange looks. "Hush everyone! I don't think I deserve you Kwai... I'm just going back home..." Claire looked at the plane.

"Claire... I know I'm not the nicest, strongest, or prettiest guy," Claire rolled her eyes, "but I promise, with all my heart, I will always love you, protect you, and believe you, as long as we both shall live." she looked up, and I saw she forgave me.

We both rushed forward and kissed each other. I heard awes from around the room.

Our kiss was interrupted by the flight attendant, "Ahem, are you boarding or..." Claire turned around smiled and said, "You can go back without me." The attendant rolled her eyes and closed the door.

"These are for you." I handed her the bouquet of roses I had bought for her. "C'mon, let's go home."

She picked up her suitcase and we walked all the way out of the airport, and took a cab back to Julia's flat.