Apples Don't Just Mean School [in process of rewriting]

Red Citroens

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Emily's POV

Everything seemed to be like a blur. Tickets were booked without my knowledge and all my bits and bobs were miraculously packed into my luggage. I was but a mere bystander as everyone did all the work. But it's MY stuff... I want to do something by myself! I'm not dead YET! I can do everything I used to be able to do. Damn it, Jared! I watched on in despair as Jared walked by, carting another load of boxes - all filled with my stuff - into the car. "You know, you don't have to do this," I sighed, leaning against his Mercedes. "I already told you, I have to," he grunted.

I hid a smile behind a bout of coughing. He was immediately by my side. "Are you okay? It's getting colder out here, you should go inside!" He wrapped me in his thick jacket and attempted to push me inside the warmer apartment. "Jared, Jared, I'm fine!" I insisted. "You're the finest person I've met," he replied with an utterly straight face. I couldn't resist and flung my arms around him, laughing. His face reddened to even his ears. A miracle: Jared was BLUSHING. The unflappable Jared was finally, FINALLY flapped, and only by a simple gesture?

Just to please him - hey, I already made him flustered - I trudged, albeit unwillingly, back into my flat of about three months. I touched the doorway, its smooth, polished wood strangely comforting. The same sight that greeted me when I first moved in stared back at me. The curtains were pulled back to let the sunlight display itself in its full glory, while faint dust particles danced in the warm beam. I let my hand drop and I sat on my bed for one last time (as in the last time I'd sit on it in about a month anyway).

Matthew's POV

The day. Yes, the day I had been dreading yet awaiting with bated breath. THAT day. The day where I had to face my greatest fear and the person that plagued my almost every waking thought, and my dreams - at times - in one, single day. First day, first impression of me since three months ago. The most important, it's the most lasting. And I'm going to meet her at the airport in two hours. The drive is one hour long. And it's only me who will be meeting her... and that JARED guy. Couldn't Arthur or Jeremy or Amelia come with me? You KNOW they're busy. BUT STILL!

Instead of just tossing on whatever I found first like usual, I found myself actually contemplating what to WEAR. Yes, the great Matthew William Harper has sunk low enough to spend time picking a simple OUTFIT. I flopped weakly onto my messy bed, tired out of the sheer stress of choosing clothes. The stress is real! Are you sure you're alright? I mean you NEVER act like this and you know it. You're obsessing over tiny details that no one is actually going to care about. The spotlight effect again... But what if they DO care?

I turned over to face the ceiling fan - a seemingly prominent plot device in my life story. Peering from my horizontal position, I stared into my wardrobe that had clothes flippantly strewn around inside. I have to tidy that up one day. Just put on ripped jeans and a long sleeved T-shirt and boots. Done. Simple! Okay, but WHICH SHIRT?! The dark blue one, I don't care, just TAKE ONE! You'll be LATE! I obediently complied; what other choice did I have? Well, besides ignoring the irritating voice anyways.

Emily's POV

I fidgeted in the plane seat. The seatbelt was a bit too loose but I was lazy to actually tighten it. Jared, who was next to me, noticed that the thick cord was sagging so he reached over and pulled one side. Oh my God he REACHED OVER OH MY GOD I have not lived until this day- Oh shut up, stop your squealing. It's annoying. He smiled up at me and leaned back into his proper seat. My blood vessels in my cheeks promptly went into hyperdrive. Can I run away now oh my God stop it you stupid cheeks! I buried my nose into my book, trying to hide my red face.

Obviously, Jared noticed. He smirked and did the most cliche, romantic thing ever: he reached over and brushed away a lock of hair from my face and behind my ear. My heart exploded for the millionth time. "Stop it," I complained, not actually realising what I was saying. "Stop what?" "Making me blush and flustered and making my heart go nuts," I replied distractedly. Then I realised what I had just said. CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP! That was cliche and lame but I suddenly get all FLUSTERED and why is he smiling? Stop smiling! "Well... if you need a spare heart, mine's yours." He winked.

I whacked him on his shoulder. "Okay, okay, I'll stop," he laughed. "You'd better," I threatened. No don't stop. He nodded meekly. "Yes Mother." "Don't call me MOTHER!" "Tiger Mom?" "NO!" "Hmm... Emmy?" "Like the Emmy Awards?" "Okay, Emmy." That makes me sound like a child... but it's cute, I guess. We fell silent as the plane started rumbling and jolting down the runway. The engine started to vibrate faster as we gained speed, and with a final lurch we took off into the sky.

Matthew's POV

The carpark was flooded with red Citroens for some reason. Red ones. All the same model. I scowled. What was this thing about red cars? It's like someone has a super cool multiplier and cloned, like, fifty-eight thousand. A carpark can't house fifty-eight thousand cars. After driving around aimlessly for a while, I found a parking lot and parked my car. I opened the car door. Hot, carbon-monoxide-smelling air greeted me. Closing and locking the door behind me, I straightened my dark blue shirt a little nervously.

Emily's plane would be landing in fifteen minutes. I weaved my way through the cars and walked into the lift. The airport seemed to be jammed that day. People in the hundreds, even thousands wandered around the spacious auditorium. I peered past a few heads and at the electronic signboard. Flight K19, New York: 1.45p.m, Belt 48. That's in two minutes... I should wait by the Arrival hall. Turning towards Belt 48, I pushed my way through the undulating crowd.

I waited impatiently for Emily to appear with that Jared whats-his-nose. Fishing out a piece of cardboard, I held it in front of me. I had written Emily's name on it the previous night. Then, I caught a flash of dark brown amidst the blonde haired pouring out into the main arrival hall. I'd recognise that hair anywhere. Emily Sophie Fox smiled at me, with the presumed Jared by her side. "Matthew!" she called out. Emily. She's back.

A/N: And I'm BACK! OFF HIATUS! YeAH HEYYYY! Also, check out a story HOWLER112 and I are working on; paroxym26 is our joint account.

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Mel