You lay awake, starring straight up at the ceiling. You shift to look at your watch. 7:00 pm. It seemed like years ago from when Alex texted you. I'll be home by at eight. The text still lingering in your mind. Pick me up will you? You remember the last time I got an uber. You laughed and sat up, managing to throw on sweat pants in the dark. You used your phone as light and maneuvered your body through the penthouse. You got to the door and locked it behind you. Blinded by the light in the hallway of your complex(because you're used to it being dark) you throw up your arms like shield. I look like an idiot. You think to yourself imagining what it must look like to any passerby.
You get to the elevator, your hand touching the cold button, and tap your foot. It opens and you rush inside. When you are let out again, you push through the lobby not even bothering to say hello to William, the guy at the front desk. Reaching into your pocket, you retrieve your keys and exit through the fancy doors. You climb into your car and zoom off to the airport. You preferred not to drive in the dark, but you had to get your lazy ass boyfriend from the airport. He had been on tour (MMM THE CLICHÉ) for a while and you longed for the empty spot in your bed to be warm again. This made you press on the gas pedal faster, still abiding by the speed limit, we don't want a ticket now do we?
The peaceful yellow lights from the highway soon ceased and turned into bright white ones from the airport. After looping through the twisty roads you somehow arrived in a parking lot. You locked your car and ran, your dirty sneakers hitting the ground loudly (cause those parking lot acoustics). The airport was so crowded, you felt uncomfortable. You ran faster. You check you watch once again, 7:56. You were so close to the gates. Your phone vibrated. You ignore it. But is it him? You pull out your phone, Fuck you Instagram not now. 7:59. A message blared on the intercom,
flight six two six has crashed (lol jk I'm no that much of an asshole)
"Flight six two has landed, Flight three thirty two is now departing," a calm woman's voice said. You heard them hang up. Your tense muscles relaxed and sat down waiting for Alex. A blond woman, A scruffy man and his two children, A man clearly stuck in 2009- Alex! You saw him stop and look around for someone. His eyes stopped on you and his face lit up. You smiled too.
Forgetting about the weight of his backpack, Alex stumbled over to you. He picked you up and squeezed you, obviously as happy to see you.
"Put me down," you giggle (gIgGle) not wanting to make a scene. You didn't break the hug, you took it all in. His scent, his warmth, his company. Gosh did you miss him.
I don't know what the hell this is. It's cheesy as shit though. Hope you liked... That must be hard...
Welp.
See you.
