'Passports, please,' says the nasal yet friendly voice at security. I'm feeling that kind of happiness which is unstable, like holding something beautiful in your hands without being quite sure how long it'll stay or whether you deserve it.
Of course, I cried saying goodbye to my family, and I guess I'm sad to leave New York, but Peter's here and I'm going to the university of my dreams. I think this dangerous, uncertain kind of happiness is the best kind. I grin at Peter. I think I look better smiling with my mouth closed, but today I feel so elated I can't help it. I don't even care. Peter laughs and high fives me for no apparent reason. I guess it's so say, this is it, here we are. Or else it's just Peter being goofy. I unpack my bag onto the x-ray machine, still unable to believe I'm really here.
Peter does a cartwheel as soon as we're through security. He skateboards when he's happy, but he hasn't got his board so I guess tumbling across the airport floor is the next best thing for him. I forget about being embarrassed; who cares what the world thinks, I'm going to Oxford with Peter. And nothing can stop me. We get Starbucks, and once we've gotten over how funny it was giving them fake names (Peter always does this, at first I didn't get it but now I've started doing it too and it's hilarious), we sit down on the metal airport benches with the strangely comforting coffee cups with names on that aren't our own and watch the planes taking off. I feel like a teenager running away, which in a sense, I guess we both are.
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Hold On Hope
Fanfic" 'Gwen,' Peter whispered. 'Gwen!' He wouldn't let the first tear fall out, because that might signify the end. The first tear would mean it was true, that Gwen really was lying among pieces of broken metal, with screams echoing above her. Screams s...
