// amethyst //
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"you were never my forever city, but you were home."
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"what do you mean we can't get on a flight?" I practically yell at the short man behind the counter. we've been trying to convince the middle aged guy to let us through, he just won't budge.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. we don't sell tickets at this time." the man spoke emotionlessly. maisie and luke both groan loudly, making me rage with anger.
"look, dipshit, I need to get in there." I spat at the man, his face turning from emotionless to startled.
"w-we don't sell tickets at this time, ma'am." he swallows hard, the frightened look on his face still present.
"well how the fuck did my friends just leave, then?"
"Ames, calm down." maisie places both of her hands on my shoulders from behind. "sir, our friends just boarded a plane, so I don't know why we can't board the nearest plane."
"did they preorder a ticket?" the man asks us.
"well- yes, but-"
"that's why they got in." the man cut luke off somewhat politely. "now please can you all just wait until tomorrow morning?"
"but we can't wait until then!" I yell at him, throwing my hands into the air. "this is life or death here!"
"miss, I highly doubt that this is a life or death situation." the unknown man rolls his eyes in an annoyed tone.
"you know what- forget it." I sigh, walking the opposite direction of the man. "you know I fucking bought a ticket at three am and I didn't get kicked out."
"I'm sorry miss." he replies.
"bull-"
"thank you!" maisie covers my mouth with a wide smile.
"that dude pissed me off." luke frowns, his face flushing red.
"I guess there's nothing we can do." I exhale, rubbing my eye tiredly. "I mean it's only ten at night, why would they close it so early?"
"well," luke said after a few moments of silence. "it is a Sunday."
this time it isn't me who groans, it's maisie.
"why can't they just let us on a fucking plane?" she speaks angrily, running her hands through her hair.
"my point." I reply, putting my forehead in my palms. this has been one hell of a day, and may I say, I'm one hell tired if that makes any sense. so much has happened today, so many emotions felt, and so many tears shed. if you had to describe today, it'd be so much.
"well do you guys just want to go back to the flat? we can-"
I cut luke off in mid sentence, "no. no. there's no way we're going back now."
"so we're just supposed to sleep here? with no pillows or blankets?" luke pouts with his lower lip hanging out.
"yes, that's exactly what we're going to do. and, if you needed a blanket, you could've just asked." I reply, zipping open my backpack and pulling out a plaid fleece blanket. he takes it in his arms, but still has the same look on his face.
"that's not what I meant." he rolls his eyes sassily, placing the rolled up blanket under his arm.
"well what did you mean?"
"I meant that we could go back home and sleep and then come back." luke spoke, by his tone of voice you could tell he was exhausted. I think we all were pretty much dead tired from all of these events that have happened lately. with wren heading back home, luke being on a full shift at his work, and all of the drama with Val and Michael, I believe we all deserve a break.
"but the tickets open back up in only 6 hours." I whine, pouting just like he did moments before.
"look, I get you want to stay here-"
"and that's what we'll do." maisie chips in, cutting luke off for what I feel like had been done several times already.
she wraps her arms around me, easing the tense in my muscles.
"fine- whatever." luke finally gives in, sitting with his legs crossed across from us.
"I-I'm sorry guys." is when I break down. those words just completely tore me apart, it just made me realized things. that I'm going back to the place that tore me apart the most, to the place where I felt like I didn't belong. to the place that broke me inside and out. I'm going after a boy who I'm madly in love with, and I don't even know if he'll forgive me for not trusting him. I should've believed him in the first place. because of this, it all makes sense now. all of the times she's blush when he was around, and all of the times she'd check him out- but me thinking she's judging him. I was completely wrong, how come I didn't notice it before? before I messed up everything with him and made him leave?
"hey, there's nothing you need to be sorry for." maisie places her head on my shoulder.
"I'm the reason for all of this shit." the tears that have welled in my eyes falling like streams. "I'm such a mess up.
"no, no, you aren't." luke chimes in, resting his head on my other shoulder that isn't already occupied. "this has happened to all of us at some point, just in different ways."
"but this keeps on happening." I sob into my knees.
"I promise you, Ames. this is worth fighting for." maisie says sincerely, making my heart swell up. I don't reply, just feel the tears on my cheeks dry up before maisie speaks again. "let's just get some sleep."
and all three of us do, right on the airport floor.
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when I awake, maisie's still asleep on my shoulder, and luke is awake, scrolling through his phone. he's gotten several calls from they boys, from what he tells me. they all keep asking him when he's getting there and how long it'll take.
the natural light in the rooms gives off its the late morning, making me more alert.
"holy shit!" I exclaim. "we could be on a plane now!" my body jolts up, waking maisie from my shoulder being absent.
"hey!" she whines, pouting with her eyes squinted.
"sorry mais." I mumble to her before I get behind the woman in line for the tickets.
luke and maisie pick up our things, like suitcases and blankets and extra food wrappers from the night before, while I'm in line for the tickets.
"wow, long time no see." the familiar man says, making my cheeks flush in embarrassment.
"yeah, sorry for flipping out on you." I mutter, biting my long nails in nervousness.
"it's fine, ma'am. I understand." he says generously. "a boy I assume?"
"how'd you know?" I grin widely, making the man shake his head in amusement.
"I just assumed it was either a boy," he speaks, "or a girl."
"I promise you, I'm as straight as they come." I smile to him, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"now, where will you be flying to, miss?"
"Sydney, Australia." back home. no matter how many times I try to deny it, Australia has always been, and always will be my home. no matter how many painful memories or how many awful things that I've been trough there, it'll always be known as my home. even though I called New York my new home, it never was. "for three please."
"well, go get that boy." he says kindly, hanging me my credit card back into my palms. I mutter a quick thank you, before letting out a squeal of excitement.
"we're going home!"
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