𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐞 | t. holland

7.

You breathed deeply, trying to calm yourself.

You were at the airport, waiting for Peter's flight to open it's doors.

Peter was so close, and you were so happy.

Your phone buzzed and you looked down.

A text from Peter told you he was off of the plane and walking to the luggage retrieve now.

You bounced on your heels excitedly.

The doors slid open and a horde of people spilled into the luggage area. You stood on your tiptoes to try and make out two boys among the crowd.

Peter was bringing his best friend, Hank.

Of course you were fine with it; Peter told you he wouldn't be a bother and that he'd probably just go find some of your friends and flirt away the next two weeks.

So you didn't mind at all.

A loud laugh rolled over to you and you turned around to see Peter and Hank walking up to you. Peter had a shy smile touching his lips, and Hank looked ready to crash somewhere for a nap.

You smiled and ran over to them. Peter grabbed you in a quick hug. "Hey!" He smiled for real.

"Hey, welcome! I'm so happy you guys could come!" you said. 

Hank held up a hand for a high five. You gave it to him.

After Peter and Hank found their suitcases, the three of you headed out into the parking lot.

Alex had dropped you off because Peter said he'd rent a car for him and Hank for the next two weeks. You could ride back to the campus with them.

At the rental place, Hank disappeared somewhere ("probably sitting in a chair snoring") while you and Peter stood in line for the keys.

Both of you talked and talked and talked. The airport was dirty, the air smelled like smoke, all three of you were hungry and tired, but the two of you in line were incredibly happy.

"Y'know, I seriously missed you. Maybe that sounds creepy but I just gotta say it." Peter shuffled his feet.

You smiled. "I missed you too. Those first dates we had still are the most fun I've had in a long time."

"Well, now we can go on more, huh?" Peter smiled.

You felt a hand brush your fingers. You saw Peter's cheeks glow pink.

"Next!" The woman at the counter shouted.

~~~

"I haven't had Burger King in a while," Hank piped up from the back.

You snorted. "You like Burger King?" You pretended to throw up in your hands. "I even prefer McDonald's to Burger King," you laughed.

Hank joined in. "I haven't had it in like ten years. I wouldn't know."

Peter adjusted the mirrors in the car and stepped on the gas as the light turned green. "I saw a Walmart with a Taco Bell in it. We could hit two birds with one stone?"

"Sounds good to me," you said, changing the radio station.

Hank leaned forward and changed the station back. 

You glared at him. 

"Because Taco Bell is a step up from Burger King?" he said. 

You slapped his hand and turned the station back. "How would you know? You haven't eaten there in ten years."