Mr. Brightside | Munchingbrotato/ Tyler Christie

Chapter Twenty Seven

|Hope's POV 4 Years Later|

I think going away from them was the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life. I never really thought much about life outside of high school. My college life withut them was a depressing mess. I refused to ever go to any parties. I never took the time to make friends or go out. I just wanted to get through these long four years.

And these long four just so happened to be over. And take a guess where I'm on my way to right now? I'm on my way to my favorite people's shared house in LA where I would finally connect with the people I love. Whether I was ready or not, I was ready to take a step into the next chapter of my life and see where it takes me, because lord knows I have no idea what I'm doing.

"Fancy meeting you here." An all too familiar voice says from above me on the plane. Taking my head of my book, I glance up at the person who hesitantly takes a seat next to me, looking at me from eye to eye.

All I could do was stare back at disbelief. I lunged forward, hugging the person who I loved so much. "J-Jason!" I squeeled, as he takes a second to decide whether or not to hug me back.

"Good to see you again, Hope." He smiled sadly, looking my face up and down. The look on his face brought back memories of how we left off, and I didn't want to be remembered.

"Jason... I'm-"

"I already know what you're going to say idiot." He laughed, ruffling my hair. "I forgive you. I missed you.

"So where are you heading as of now?" I ask, face red of embarrassment.

"I'm assuming I'm going to the same place you are." He smirks, reading my mind.

"Seriously?" I screamed, earning some stares from random people on the plane. Having some deja vu, I dove my face in this not so random boy's chest. My cheeks heating up once again.

He urged a deep chuckle while rubbing my back. "Someone hasn't changed a bit."

***

Stepping out of Jason's car, who kindly offered me a ride to their place, I stood on shaking legs. It just hit me how long I've been anticipating this moment. The longing I felt for all of my boys. "What are you doing?" Jason questions at my noticable shaking.

"I don't know. I just haven't seen them all in so long. I'm scared."

"Trust me hope. We're all still just a bunch of grown ass men who still play video games for a living." He laughs. "Nothing has changed one bit."

I gulped down my nervousness and muttered a small, "Okay," before approaching the door. Wiping my sweaty palms on my pants, I knocked sheepishly on the front door. Jason squeezed my shoulder in reassurement.

With a deep breath, I was being stared at by four eager, smiling faces. Mitch, Jerome, Adam and...

Feeling tears well up in my eyes I search the faces to find the one that helped get theough these tough years.

With one giant step in the doorway, I jumped up, being caught by my one and only. Wrapping my legs around him, knocking his glasses off, he smashed his lips on to mine, making me feel right at home. And I knew that everything was as it should be.

It was the beginning to my new life, as I was about to give up on everything. They were all here. He was here.

Tyler Christie was my Mr. Brightside.