IM CRYING OVER THIS

I'm Already Crying

This will probably be a section in the current story I'm making, so if you don't want spoliers, DO NOT READ THIS.. If you are not one of my Friends and don't know too much about this, Alappo is my oc, and Clementine is one of my friend's oc's. I am way farther in writing in my notebook about this than my typing, so bear with me.

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The tall man stood in the airport, his luggage in his hands. He has just gotten off the plane that brought him here from France; before that, Finland. He looked around frantically, he hadn't been in such a crowded area since high school. The dark green eyes of the man darted around like arrows, and were looking for someone in particular. He began to walk around aimlessly, searching, his heart pounding in his chest. So extremely nervous, his hands were so clammy that his luggage kept slipping.

He came to a dead end, then turned around, bumping into someone. He looked down.

"Sor--" his words got caught in his throat. He immediately recognized this person.

The brown haired, green eyed girl below him gasped, jumped to put her arms around his neck and shoulders, and hugged him. The taller man's face burned a fiery red as he hugged back.

Muffled in his broad chest, the girl cried, "I'm so glad to see you...."

The taller man held her close, almost in tears. "I'm glad to see you, too..."

The girl let go of him after another moment or two passed. She wiped her face and smiled at the man. The man smiled back. The girl began to walk, taking one of the man's luggage cases. She hummed as they walked out the final doors, her eyes continuously streaming tears.

The man held out his hand, his long, bony fingers reaching out. "Oh dear lady of my heart, would you be ever so kind to take my hand?" He said boldly, his accent ever so strong. The girl nodded and held his hand.

She lead them to her car, an old Dodge Ram; white with the paint chipping off. She sniffled, her smile still shining. She slowly let go of her significant other's hand to dig through her purse to get her keys. She pressed the 'unlock' button, and opened the trunk. She tried to pick up her lover's luggage, but huffed and left go. The tall man laughed slightly and picked up the bags easily, setting them in the trunk. He shut it. The girl immediately held his hand again. He smiled, larger than he had in a long time. She walked on the driver's side to get to the door, while he walked on the opposite side, reaching over the car to hold her hand. She let go to get into the car, and eagerly waited for him to get in so she could hold his hand again. She started the car and put it in reverse while he sat, shut his door, and set his backpack on the floor. She backed up, shifted to 'drive,' and before leaving the parking lot, held his hand gently.

The girl carefully drove out of the parking lot and drove onto the interstate. She glanced at the man for a moment, then turned her gaze back to the road.

"Alappo, could you please turn on my AUX system and plug in my phone? You can pick any song you'd like," she said, almost singing.

Alappo reached his hand that wasn't being used over to the radio, plugging in her phone, and playing Little Fang by Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. The girl hummed along with the song while Alappo leaned onto the glass of the window, and slowly closed his eyes, drifting off into sleep. The girl glanced at him for a moment and smiled, looking back at the road. Two more songs played before they got off the interstate and highways and into the town roads.

The girl squeezed Alappo's hand a bit to wake him up. He bolted up and sat up quickly.

"Clementine, is there something wrong?" He said, his voice in a worried tone.