Complicated (Alex Gaskarth)

Hot (You're So Good To Me)

A very, for the lack of a better term, festive holiday moment between Alex and Elizabeth.

Based on the above photo. Credit to owner.

This is my worst nightmare come true.

The first time in my life that I travel alone, and I get stood up at the airport.

By my own fiancé, nonetheless!

In truth, though the arrival section of the Baltimore/Washington Thurgood Marshall (BWI) airport—where I currently stand with one hand holding my carry-on and another clenched in anger—is abuzz with people on this very festive Thursday, December 14th at nearly 11 PM, the one person I truly need is nowhere to be found.

To think that he promised he'd pick me up when my 8 PM direct flight would land from Montreal.

So, it's not only enough he insisted I miss one of the busiest weekends at work (which I practically begged to get off) so we could celebrate his 36th and, possibly start wedding planning, but now, he's making me catch a ride in a city I know absolutely nothing about!

I probably should, though, considering that once we're married, which will hopefully be sooner than later, Alex's hometown will become both my permanent residence and workplace.

But that's not the point.

What is, though, is that, by leaving me practically stranded in a foreign land,he completely disregarded what I told him about my relationship with airports, when he first suggested I visit.

I. Don't. Do. Well. In. Airports.

Not my hometown one, much less one in a different country!

You'd think that after all the times he was picked up at the Montreal-Trudeau airport, he'd extend the same courtesy to me! But, apparently not!

Well, if that's the case, then, the next time he lands here from a tour, he'll just have to find his own way back home! I'm not sure he'll appreciate being left hanging like a sala-

A sudden vibration in my coat pocket has me, first startled out of my panicked state, and second, hurriedly scrambling to find my phone.

Where I'm left with a rather perplexing message.

Lex: "Inattentional blindness happens when we don't notice something in our visual field because we are busy focusing on something else"—Very Well Mind.

Inattentional blindness? My eyebrows furrow as I take in, rather, attempt to take in whatever the hell he's going on about. Where is he to be sending me cryptic messages, and why is he not picking me up as he promised?

My phone vibrates right after with another message, this one mean.

Lex: You can't tell me that in less than a month after getting your new contacts, they're already outdated.

A second ago, he was mentioning blindness and now, it's about my lenses? Why this sudden talk about vision? What is he going the mention next, my glasses?

Another message does come in yet again, but no, it's not about my spectacles, but a lead, of some sort?

Lex: Is the tree not big enough for you?

I stare at the mobile screen once more in confusion. A tree? What tree? I don't remember ever seeing a tree. I think the last one was back in the front yard at ho-