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lorain's pov

"excuse me," a flight attendant said, shaking me awake, "we have landed in Toronto, time to exit the plane."

"oh okay, thanks," i smiled, letting out a sleepy sigh and stretching my arms out in front of me.

i stood up and felt my stomach fluttered in excitement.

 it was very early in the morning and i was back home from school in vancouver. 

my boyfriend shawn doesn't know that i will be home for his birthday though, and his mom and him would meet me here under the impression that it was his aunt he was picking up. a few nights ago when shawn and i were face-timing, i told him that they overbooked the flight and i lost my ticket in the end. he told me that everything was okay, but i could see hurt wash over his face. i could tell he was crushed that i wouldn't be there, but he attempted to hide it.

so basically, he was going to be very surprised.

i stepped into the aisle and reached into the overhead bin to collect my carryon. along with the rest of the people in the plane, i slowly walked forward every few minutes as the line progressed onwards. when i got off of the plane, i sighed. keeping my eyes open at this point was very hard, a battle that i know i am destined to lose in the end.

the thought of surprising shawn sprung into my mind again, and i eagerly picked up the pace.

the airport was very crowded for the early hour of the morning, and there were lots of people waiting around the gate for their loved ones. i scanned the crowd and for some reason, i seen karen before i seen shawn. she seen me and smiled, waving her hand.

i walked towards her and seen shawn standing next to her with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his maroon hoodie. he was wearing grey sweat pants and his hair was messily swept across his forehead, his head hanging down as his heels rocked to keep himself awake.

karen stepped away from him and i smiled, putting my carryon on the ground. i stepped towards him and cleared my throat, catching his attention. his head shifted upwards and his droopy eyes widened, his eyebrows furrowing together.

"hey baby," i smiled, closing the space in between us by running into his embrace

"lorain!" he cried, opening his arms as i jumped in them. he lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist. i wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head in the crook of his neck, happy to finally be in his arms again.

he spun me around and i giggled, placing my feet on the ground.

"what? i thought- how?" shawn tried to talk but he kept stuttering, obviously confused.

"happy birthday shawn," i said, wrapping my arms around his torso.

"thank you," shawn said, still confused, "wait, i thought-"

"you didn't actually think that i would miss your eighteenth birthday, did you?" i asked, stepping away from him.

"pffft, no," he said sarcastically, causing me to grin. he pulled me into his embrace again and rested his head against my shoulder, "i'm so happy you're here."

"i missed you so much," i mumbled, rubbing his back.

"i missed you too," shawn said, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine softly. i immediately kissed him back, tangling my fingers in his brown curls. he pulled away and i noticed his cheeks tinted pink, causing me to giggle.

"wait, so wheres aunt stacey?" shawn asked karen.

karen laughed. "she's not coming. now do you get why i yanked you out of bed this early?"

"yeah," he laughed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"so, any birthday plans?" i asked as we proceeded to the baggage claim.

"the fair is in town and i told aaliyah we could go. mom and dad got me two tickets to a john mayer concert tomorrow, so the second ticket it now yours," shawn said, laughing as my eyes widened.

"you should take geoff, or brian. i don't mind hanging back," i said despite my huge love for john.

my bag came by on the conveyer belt, and shawn grabbed it for me, "i know how much you love him, i'm not letting you hand back."

"okay," i smiled slightly, my eyes fluttering, "thanks."

 "you know what i want to do first?" he said, looking down at me.

"what?" i questioned as karen led us out.

"go home and sleep," he said, smiling.

"best idea i have heard in a while," i mumbled, hearing karen chuckle from in front of us.

"does your mom know you're home?" shawn asked as we stepped outside.

"i'm going to surprise her later on, when i sleep for a while," i said.

"you are so tired, my love," shawn laughed as we approached his car, "what time did you leave vancouver?"

"i was at the airport by three and the flight took off at four thirty," i said.

"you get in the back and i'll put your bag in the trunk," shawn said, opening the back door for me and letting me crawl in. he put my bag in the back and got in beside me, closing the door and doing his buckle. he looked at me as i did the same and opened his arm for me. i laid down and rested my head in his lap, letting him play with my hair to relax me.

i placed my hand on his knee and got comfortable, the smell of his familiar cologne welcoming.

"i missed you," i whispered, barely remembering karen pull out of the parking spot.

"i miss you too sweetie," shawn replied, "so, so much."

i smiled, feeling him lift up the back of my shirt and run his fingers along my back. feeling content, i sighed, my eyes drooping shut. i don't remember much more before i fell asleep in the arms of shawn.

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