Letters Away

II. 18th January 2009

     "Mom, do I really look okay?" Adelaide had asked that question for the umpteenth time. What could be expected? She is going to pick her childhood love and best friend whom she hadn't seen for approximately six months. She needs to look good, at least.

     Mr. Lachlan groaned, "With the sundress you just designed yourself and the cheery vibe you're giving out, I don't think any man dare say you look good. They'll say you look great!"
     His wife snorted, a sound that her husband still find sultry, "Great? Just great? Try perfect!"

     Adelaide pecked both of their cheeks, "Thank you, Mom, Dad. I think I am going to go right now," she grinned, the faint dimples showing, "10 minutes left until he gets off!"
     "I love you!" she called out, all the while running out, the excitement couldn't be more apparent. She had turned on the car's machine, and checked all the safety needed to drive; seatbelt, check. Mental, check. All that's left now is for her to let her license worth of practice be useful.

Six minutes later, she had arrived at the port already. After all, what could be expected from a small town?
She checked her appearance on the small mirror she had brought with her. Everything looks fine, I guess, she thought.

Knock, knock.
A sound she heard from her left side. She turned her head, seeing a familiar man, just with the slight stubble; her beloved Cameron. "Oh my gosh! Cammie!" she squealed, all the while rolling the window down. Cameron gave her a small smile, the nervousness radiating off him. Why is he acting like this? she wondered.

He was carrying a backpack which he surely had bought at London. "I missed you, Addie," he pecked her lips, knowing that she would blush after. And his prediction was right. "Do you want to drive, or—" she was cut off by his voice. "Maybe it would be better if you drive, Addie. Six months of not being here might not do me any good," he chuckled, the rich sweetness coming out of him.
She grinned, unlocking the door for him, "Well, are you waiting to be dried off, or are you going to come in?" she asked playfully. All she got was a grin, and she was thankful that she gets to see the grin again. He came to the other side and slide in. "Off we go!" she yelled enthusiastically. While she was driving, she had caught him glancing at her lovingly every now and then.

Not long after, since the town was that small, they had arrived at the garden they had found while they were children; and they had called it the Base. No one had ever claimed the garden as their own, so they had claimed it. Of course it was not by law. They used it as a place to play, relax, and block problems off their ears. Safe to say that it was their own paradise.
When they had come down, she just realized a thing, "Wait, didn't you say that you were going to put your baggage home first? Why didn't you stop me just now? I totally forgot all about it," she muttered.

He smiled, "I guess I was too caught up with staring at you that I forgot about it, too," blushes were expected from both of them, "and it's fine! I only brought a backpack with me, after all."

After he had finished saying that, he found her sitting below the tree already, a tree that they used to sit on when they were children. He was mesmerized, seeing the girl he loves deeply sit peacefully, the relaxing wind blowing her strands of brown hair, "What are you waiting for, Cammie? Are you just going to stand there looking like a statue? More specifically an Adonis?" she felt her side of the lips tugging.
Cameron found the challenging tone at that and run to her, "Ah! Your Adonis, indeed," he had now fully smirked boyishly. He laid his head down on her lap, his hair tickling her thighs. She let out a muffled laugh softly, the sound soothing him.