Never To Late

Fanboy/Airport

(Jon's POV)

I click the close button on my computer, closing the tab. Thomas' flight should have left by now. I hope he's alright... I just wish he could just teleport here. I stand and head to the living room, sitting in the couch. A smile creeps itself onto my face, not even close to leaving. Even though I want him here now, Thomas is worth the wait...

"He so worth the wait."

I smile and lay on my back, looking to the ceiling from the couch.

"God, I'm such a fanboy..."

I giggle silently to myself, excitement boiling inside me. Yes, im just a friend to him. But, just the thought of finally seeing him in person after so long fills me with so much joy. It makes me smile, and that smile won't go away. The idea of him coming to my home, for a whole week! A WEEK! It just gives me so much energy. Like, I could do anything! It makes me so happy... Thomas makes me happy...w

(Thomas' POV)
I don't know how many times I puked into the toilet, But I know I puked, a lot. I was going back and fourth to the toilet from me seat. I desired to just stay in the bathroom, but I wasn't allowed. It was the worst... I hated it..

The plane landed and I quickly stood, grabbing my bag of luggage and rushing off the plane. I ran over to a trash bin and leaned over it, puking once more and groaning. God I hate planes... After my little 'puking session' was thru, I stood and wiped my mouth, heading to the bathroom of the airport. I headed to the sink and washed my hands, splashing my face with a bit of water to calm me down. I was shaking slightly when I felt someone tap the side of my stomach lightly. I flinched a bit, wiping my face off with a paper towel and turned, looking down to the person who tapped me. It was a little boy holding my luggage

"Uh, sir? I saw you come in here and you left your bag by the trash... I uh... got it for you..!"

The little boy held out my luggage and I smiled slightly, nodding in thanks.

"Thank you, young man."

I take my luggage from the boy and he smiles slightly. After about a second or so, a man came in and rushed over to the boy, kneeling in front of him and hugging him.

"Dear god, I thought I lost you..."

The mans voice was filled with worry, but relief, holding the boy tightly in his grasp.

"S-Sorry Pa... I just saw this man come in here. He forgot his bag so I gave it to him..!"

The boy's father looked to me and stood, keeping his son close.

".... Alright.. Just, don't run off without telling me, alright..?"

The father looked to the boy, who nodded.

"Alright, Pa."  

   The father glared at me once more, relief had flooded his eyes as he turned and left with his son. I held my luggage and headed out of the bathroom, spotting the father and son. They had headed over to a woman, probably the son's mom. The mother had dry fears staining her eyes. As she saw her son, she wipes her eyes and held him tightly against her chest, a few tears appearing in her eyes.

"Glad there happy again..."

   I turn and head to a bench, siting and yawning. Holding my luggage close with one hand, I run my hand over my face and thru my hair with the other hand, yawning again.

"Where's Jo- SHOOT!"

   I quickly whip out my phone and call Jon.  I hope he picks up...

(Jon's POV)

   I hear my phone ringing and I look to i-

"FUCK I WAS SUPPOSE TO PICK UP THOMAS. FUCKIN FREKIN FRACK!"

   I scramble from my seat and slip on my shoes, heading to the front door and grabbing my jacket. I slip that on and rush to my car-

"FUCK FORGOT THE KEYS!"

   I head back inside and grab my keys, heading out, locking the door and rushing to my car again. I get inside and start it, buckling up and back out of my driveway. I quickly head to the airport.