•••••Sky's Perspective
One month.
It'd been one month since she left.
We went down to San Antonio about two weeks after she'd left.
We were scheduled to leave in another two weeks.
I knew I had to accept the fact that she wasn't coming back.
But at the same time, I didn't want to.
I wanted to think that there was some way she would come back.
But with every passing hour, the possibility diminished, and reality increased.
This wasn't a Hallmark movie, and Aiden wasn't coming back.
So I focused on my dance, focused on my songs, focused on anything I could.
Anything to clear my mind. Newsies does a good job of clearing your mind.
So do musicals, but I was going through withdrawal from those.
They reminded me too much of her.
Stupid, cliche, and anything else you want to call me. You wouldn't be wrong.
•••••
•••••Aiden's Perspective
I walked out of the terminal and scanned the crowd of people.
They found me before I found them.
DeMarius grabbed me by the arm and spun me around.
The next thing I knew, I was being suffocated by three newsies.
I hugged them, giving each one a kiss on the cheek.
"We gotta go!" Ben said when we were all satisfied with our reunion.
"Is he still at the theater?" Josh asked.
"As of now, yes." DeMarius said, checking his phone. "He just asked where we went, and when we were coming back."
"Shoot," Ben grabbed ahold of my suitcase. "Let's blow this popsicle stand, ladies."
"He doesn't know where you are?" I asked, following the three of them through the airport to the street outside.
Josh laughed. "Of course not! This is the best kind of surprise!"
I raised an eyebrow. "When it's actually a surprise?"
"Precisely." DeMarius nodded affirmatively. "Ben, where the heck did you park?"
"Just down the street!"
"I don't see it!"
"You're literally looking right at it!"
"It's grey, right?"
"Yeah."
"Why'd you have to park it in a row of all grey?"
Ben covered his face with his hands in irritation. "It's not all grey."
"Yes it is!"
"No, it's not! There's stone grey, concrete grey, manatee grey,"
"Stormy morning grey." I pointed at a van. "Is that the one?"
"Yes, thank you." Ben shot a nasty look at DeMarius.
We piled in, and loaded both my luggage and Cephas in the back.
