From Tokyo With Love - A Norman Reedus Fanfic Romance

Chapter 28 - I'm Meltinggggg

NORMAN

Tokyo + one year – Melbourne, Australia

"Good Morning, Ladies and Gentlemen. This is Captain Ross speaking."

I lift my head off the pillow and peer around groggily. The cabin lights have come on and window shades are raised.

"We'll shortly be commencing our descent into Tullamarine Airport. The local time is ten-fifteen AM and we should be pulling up airside at approximately ten-fifty-five AM. Please take note that we've crossed the International Date Line and today is Tuesday the Tenth of March."

"The temperature outside is thirty-nine degrees Celsius or one hundred and two degrees Fahrenheit and there's a high chance of a thunderstorm later this afternoon. On behalf of myself and the team, I'd like to thank you for flying Qantas."

"Welcome to Melbourne, Australia. Cabin crew....please prepare for landing."

Actually, I got a fair bit of sleep. In Business class again and I had most of the cabin to myself, which was a bonus. No one to hear me snoring. Which I seem to do a fair bit nowadays thanks to the pins in my damn nose.

Grabbed my pack from the luggage carousel, cleared customs and did all the paperwork for the bike I hired. An awesome Triumph Bonneville.

"Jeezus H Christ!"  All the air whooshes out of my lungs, as soon as I walk outside the terminal with the rental agent.

I've done scorching summers in L.A and New York before, but this is way beyond a fucking joke. Feels like I've walked from a fridge into a preheated oven.

Almost renege on the bike and consider switching to an aircon car instead. But navigating in an unknown city is easier on two wheels.

Plus I do love my bikes, huh?

The agent handed over the keys, helmet and parking token. Isn't long before....I'm ready to ride. I secure my pack and sit on the seat for a moment.

In forty minutes or so? I'm gonna see Ollie. And up until now, I haven't even given a single thought as to what I'll say.

When I thoughtlessly ignored her for those three days, back in Tokyo?

Her reaction hadn't been the worst....but it wasn't the greatest either. How the hell is she gonna handle seeing me, after a whole year  of thinking I'd just taken off and left her.

Then I suddenly rock up to her front door, larger than life again.

Can't just say 'Honey, I'm home'  and expect to pick up where we left off, huh!

I've got my letter and Minnie's one tucked away in my pack, as a little bit of self-defence. But how can I justify the fact, that I never took the initiative to contact her long before now? And I have no excuse for that, other than being fucking mulish....wanting her to call me first.

I'm not scared of her anger. I hate myself for what I did and I'm pretty sure that ain't a patch on how she feels about me now.

No. I'm more terrified that she won't even speak to me at all....and just slam her door in my face.

You got your boots on, Doofus. Simply stick one over the threshold, as soon as Ollie opens up. Then just ride it through.

Doofus? Shit!

Haven't thought of that  name for a while. Hope I can get her to say it to me soon....and not have a knife in her hand when she does.

So....Doofus. Just do what you've always done. Tell it like it is....and pray to God that eventually she'll listen to you.