Awsten's POV:
I sit anxiously in my seat on the plane, waiting for the last two hours of my 17 hour flight to pass.
I need her. I'm dependent on her. She's convinced that I'm coming early for her, but there's a part of me that is dying without being beside her. What is wrong with me for God's sake? She's been my girlfriend for a month and I'm acting like I've already spent eternity with her. Maybe I'm too attached. Maybe she'll grow passed me. Maybe I'll start to annoy her with my need to be around her.
Isla's POV:
As I drive down the motorway with anticipation, I begin to question everything.
Does he just pity me? Am I just something he thinks he can fix? Do I want to be fixed? What if he gets sick of worrying? Do I annoy him with my negativity? Why am I so God damn negative? I need to see my camp friends. I need to do some form of spiritual and emotional healing; I can't keep being like this, especially for Awsten.
I parked my car about half a mile away from the airport at a McDonald's so I didn't have to pay extortionate parking fees. I put in my earphones and began walking to the terminal Awsten would arrive at.
I sighed into the bitter cold English air. I'm just a burden. My music sounded through the right headphone as I left my left one out for my safety. Awsten's flight would land in forty minutes.
My hair whipped into my face, reminding me to get it cut again. The airport was in my sight and the thought of the heated building powered me towards it.
I got inside the terminal that we had arranged to meet at and went to the Starbucks that was before airport security. I ordered a hot chocolate with almond milk and no whipped cream.
I paid and sat down, I only have half an hour left to wait before Awsten's plane lands.
I had posted a picture that Alaric took of me earlier today by the canal as we waited for news on Tonka. I was stood looking over the water, my pastel hair blowing in the wind.
It was the most liked picture I had ever gotten. Since dating Awsten, loads of random teen girls have started following me. The photo also had the most comments I had ever gotten. So I started to scroll through them to kill time.
You're so beautiful
Gorgeous
Are you coming to the American shows with parx? I'd love to meet you
This is goals
You make me feel so much more confident in my body! Thanks for showing me how beautiful I can be with our body type
I love your clothes
Awsten is lucky
Beautiful
Why does Awsten even date you?
Although I had just read some really nice comments, the last one scarred. It scarred because that's all I can think too.
I had to push it out of my mind. I can't overwhelm him with all my shit as soon as he arrives.
I lock my phone and take a sip of my hot chocolate, sighing. I didn't realise that I had started to cry until I heard a deep voice asking if I was okay. When I turned around, I recognised the man asking me but who it was I couldn't quite put my finger on.

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On the Road- Awsten Knight Waterparks
Teen FictionIsla (pronounced eye-la) is a 19 year old girl who has just finished her sound technician degree. She wants to travel the world but has no money. So she decides to try get a job as a roadie, all she brings with her is a small suitcase of clothing, h...