Broken Waves

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Calum and Ashton loaded into the car, Ashton at the wheel, Calum in the back. I had been in the car waiting for them for about 10 minutes. I was too eager to leave for the airport. I kept squirming in my seat, running a hand through my now shoulder length hair. My face was pretty pale and bags were under my eyes. I was so happy to have him back but I wondered what he would think when he saw me now pale, scruffy and gross. I was nothing like the Luke he left behind.

The Luke he left had a bright complexion, blue shining eyes, hair that was silky and soft, always styled the way he prefered it. He had no scars on his body, no marks of emotional war. His body was still a temple; One that he actually cared about. Would Michael even know it was him?

My thoughts swirled as the car roared to life. The ride to the airport was silent except for the radio playing softly in the background. I drummed my fingers on the door handle and could see Ashton giving me side glances when his eyes were not trained on the road.

"What is it Ashton?" I asked, my voice hoarse from no use.

"Nothing," Ashton said with a small smile. I could see right through it though.

"No, what is it?" I asked again, pressing onto the cause.

"I was just wondering what Michael would think," he said cautiously.

"Think of what, Ashton?" I asked a bit more firmly.

"Of you," he answered silently.

"I was thinking the same thing. Do you think he will recognize me? Will he be scared like everyone else who sees me? Will he not feel the same? The same I've felt for the last five years? What if the bond's not there anymore? What if he doesn't approve?!" I asked multiple questions quickly, my voice raising. Neither Calum nor Ashton butt in and tried to stop me from ranting.

"He'll think the same Luke. Nothing will have changed between you," Ashton assured.

"I hope," Calum muttered bitterly.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow curiously.

"Nothing," Calum grumbled.

I decided to just ignore him and stare out the window. As we cruised down the freeway I spotted a sign that read, "Airport: 2 miles." Airplanes were already flying overhead, their loud engines rocking the car slightly. Soon the runways came into view and I pressed my face against the glass. We pulled up into the Southwest Airlines terminal and got out. Ashton payed a valet $5 and he got into our car driving to the car lot.

I took a deep breath, stepping into the terminal. Ashton and Calum followed suit. A few people gave me odd looks due to my appearance. It took every ounce of self control to not flip them the bird. After all, it was close to Christmas and those poor ass people probably need a bird to smoke on Christmas Day. I chuckled lightly to myself until I realised the reason we were actually here. To pick up Michael, to pick up my one and only love. The love that never burned out, only grew stronger after his 'death.' Michael was alive, and I wasn't dreaming. My only wish for the past five years has been for him to come home, to be back with me, and it came true.

I made my way to the front desk and confronted a middle aged woman who looks a lot less excited than me to be here. Wait that was an understatement. I was ecstatic and a bit nervous to be here. She looked like if someone dumb asked another dumb question she would rip their head off.

"What can I help y'all with, sirs?" The woman asked in a very flat voice. She wasn't even trying to be nice anymore and the old Luke might have just tried to make her angry by asking the most retarded questions like, "If I was a ham dressed in pineapple where would I be?" or "Do you know the muffin man?" This Luke, however, the Luke I am now, was just too eager to go wherever Michael was.