"Peaches let's go or we're going to be late!" I shouted for my sister while grabbing my coat from the closet. I heard boxes tumble in the other room along with a little squeak from Peaches. I rolled my eyes as she appeared with a pair of red pumps in hand.
"I can't find anything in these boxes!" She commented.
"I told you to start unpacking," I replied.
"Well, I'm sorry I had a party to go to last night," She grabbed her jacket and threw it on. "You could have come, you know."
"Parties aren't my thing," I answered.
"Unless Dalton's there," She teased and I grinned a little. That was true. We headed out of the apartment and down to the underground garage. We found my truck close by and took that. We couldn't be late otherwise the boys wouldn't be happy with us. Neither of us could be late.
I remember talking on the phone last night with Dalton. He was on his tour bus along with Charlie as they made their way to the airport. Dalton finished his mini-tour in the northeastern United States and couldn't wait to come home so that he could see me. Charlie was the same way. If we didn't make it to the airport by ten o'clock, which is when his plane lands, Dalton's going to have my behind.
"When's the plane landing again?"
"Ten,"
"We are never going to make it," She mentioned pointing at the clock. It was reading nine-forty-four. "The airport is like twenty minutes away."
"We'll make it."
"No we won't."
"Yeah we will."
"Uh, no."
"Yes."
"Cherry you're late," Dalton teasingly scolded. I couldn't help but stare at him. He wore a dark pair of jeans, a white button up dress shirt, his camo hat, and sunglasses. Charlie stood next to him. Wearing all black with sunglasses too. He has a scary vibe around him because I knew he was on work. I noticed his hair though, it was grown out and gelled, something I mentioned months ago. Peaches and I were out of breath. It was hard to find a parking spot in the lot and not to add in the fact that there were cameras waiting for Dalton outside and they caught us already. It's not easy trying to get through a sea of reporters and giant cameras. I glanced around and could see reporters around taking pictures of the four of us.
"Don't, ever, make, me, run, again," Peaches whined. Charlie let out a snort.
"Maybe you need to work out more." Charlie gave her a playful grin as Dalton pulled me into him for a hug. I wrapped my eyes around him and enjoyed his warmth. It was getting cold around here because of winter and to feel his warmth was something I have missed the last month.
"Me? Peaches? Work out?" She laughed, "You're so funny."
"I can hear your sarcasm," Charlie's scary vibe was disappearing as he stepped closer to Peaches and then pulled her into a hug. She squealed with a grin on her face as Charlie spun her around.
"I think they'll work," Dalton whispered to me and I nodded.
"Yeah," I agreed with him. Charlie stopped and kissed Peaches on the forehead softly as she giggled.
"I'll be back," Dalton told me. "I gotta pee."
"Great to know," I laughed as he ran off to find a bathroom. Charlie glanced over at me and gave me a small smile.
"Oh! Wait Dalton! I gotta go to the bathroom too!" Charlie let out a deep chuckle as Peaches ran off after Dalton.
"What did you do? Make her rush this morning?" Charlie glanced down at me with an eyebrow raised. I shrugged lightly with a grin making him chuckled softly. "You did, didn't you?"
"Yeah," I smiled.
"You haven't changed one bit Darling," His lips pressed against my forehead as he pulled me in for a quick hug.
"Yeah," I mumbled quietly before looking up. His eyes held a longing look and I knew that those feeling he have for me haven't gone away just yet. They were still there and I could see them by the look in his eyes. Charlie must have noticed before he turned away.
"Sorry," He was quiet.
"It's fine."
"I hard to get over it."
"I understand."
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