"Isabella I was just kidding!"
"I wasn't! And now I'm stranded at the airport, help me,"
"The airport isn't just down the street, it's not the easiest place to get to,"
"Conor, I flew all the way out here and you're threatening to abandon me at the fucking airport?"
There was rustling on the other end of the line. The jingle of car keys made a smile creep on my face.
"I'll be there soon,"
"Love you loads,"
"Yeah yeah, I'll call you when I'm outside,"
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I stood at baggage claim for a solid thirty minutes and customs took forever. I stepped out of the airport almost an hour later. The cool air refreshing after being cooped up in an airplane. My phone began to buzz in my back pocket. I fumbled with my bags, letting them fall to the ground as I grabbed my phone and answered.
"Hello?"
"Iz? I'm trying to find you but this godforsaken airport is so busy,"
Conor's worried little voice made me giggle.
"Sweet, it's okay. I'm towards the end of the road. There's no one down here,"
I reassured him. He let out a sigh and I stepped closer to the edge of the road.
"Oh I see you!"
The line clicked off and a car pulled up to the curb. Conor got out and I jumped into his arms. I stood on my toes to wrap my arms around his neck.
"God, Iz. What are you doing here?"
He mumbled. I smiled into his shoulder.
"Thought I'd surprise my favorite little Maynard and you wanted me here remember?"
I stepped back to grab my bags and he followed me, grabbing the bigger of the two and laying it in the trunk.
"Well, it's not like I didn't miss you - it's just - I was joking,"
He stepped around the car and hopped into the passeng-no-drivers side. I walked to the other side and slipped into the car and pulled my seat belt on.
"I'm here now, so you're going to have to deal with me,"
Conor looked over at me and I smiled at him, his blue eyes scanning my face.
"I'm glad you're here,"
He started up the car and drove off towards his house.
I hadn't seen Conor in three years. This was clearly a long overdue trip and although we talked a lot it wasn't the same as in person. Conor had been joking with me about seeing each other again and how I should just crash at his place for a month. We always made plans about leaving our homes and running away together to New York when we were younger. So I just surprised him by buying the next ticket to the UK and here I am. Sitting in the car with my best friend to crash at his house and eat all his food.
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I must've fallen asleep on the way to Conor's house. The drivers door being shut jolted me awake and I stretched in the small seat.
"C'mon Iz,"
Conor called through the back of the car.
"Is Jack or Josh home?"
I asked, sliding out of the car and going around to the back to grab at least one of my bags.
"Josh'll be back like Wednesday next week and Jack is out filming I think,"
Jack. Damn, was he hot. The whole best friend's brother thing made him completely off limits though. Not only that, but also Conor was extremely possessive. He's like a guard dog, fending off any guy who he does deem 'worthy of me'. And, not to be rude, but Jack was not known for his history of long relationships.
"Well what are we gonna do then,"
I asked as Conor unlocked the front door.
"I don't have anything planned if that's what you're asking. You did just show up,"
I followed him up the stairs to a spare bedroom.
"We could go explore?"
I suggested as my bag was dropped to the floor and I threw myself on the bed. Conor stood in the doorway, leaning on the frame.
"Ooh, or shop!" I exclaimed throwing my hands wildly into the air. He smiled at me and shook his head.
"Whatever you want, sweet,"
That had been our nickname for each other for years. It didn't mean to come out as romantic as it sounds but we honestly didn't care anymore. After the millions of questions of if we were dating, when we would get married, and people asking about my boyfriend in England, I gave up defending our friendship and just went with it.
'When are you getting married?'
'Oh sometime in the winter, I've always loved the snow,"
'Tell me about that boyfriend,' my grandmother would pester.
'He's great grandma, we are just waiting to see each other again,'
It was honestly my excuse for everything and I knew that Conor did the same as me. We would call each other afterwards and explain the lie and laugh at the rumors. There was, however, one time when we were younger and at a party we probably shouldn't have gone to. Conor got drunk, I got drunk, and spin the bottle seemed like the best decision in the world. I got to makeout with the hottest boy at school, or the hottest boy at the time. Conor was still possessive and everyone thought we were dating, despite all the times I denied it. And Conor punched him across the face, ruining any and every chance I had with the hottest guy. Conor was given the silent treatment for a solid week before I finally forgave him. Which was only because he brought me a basket full of sweets.
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