He's a guy that doesn't even know the meaning of the word "love."
She's a girl who's scared to know what the meaning of the word "love" is.
Add them together, and you might just get not a "love" story.
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"Have a good time at the wedding, Taylor!" Mike says, waving goodbye at me.
"Thank you! I hope your mother gets well soon!"
"Thanks!" Waving a goodbye at him I walk away with a smile, not because I like him or anything, he was just a nice guy. That's all. Grabbing my bags I walk down the airport station, rubbing my eyes in exhaustion since I did not sleep at all in the plane.
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The nine-hour flight literally drove me bonkers. I wasted my time reading, eating, watching movies, listening to music, talk to Mike, anything that could pass the time. Moral of this story is that being on an airplane for nine freakin hours sucks.
I got off twenty minutes ago and the first thing I did was call Alice and Victor, telling them that I arrived safely. Next came the big part. Calling Lila. Thankfully it's only her picking me up and not my parents. If it were my parents... I'd book a plane ticket back home to Paris in seconds.
Stepping on the escalator I stare at the crowd of people, my eyes searching for Lila.
"Taylor!" Hearing Lila's voice as I step off the escalator scares me, knowing that she's close. In seconds I'm being pulled in a tight hug, my lungs being crushed by Lila.
"You're crushing me Godzilla!" I yell in laughter, finding it extremely funny that now she's a bride, I get to call her by that name.
"Oops!" she breaks the hug, letting me breathe as I take in the oxygen for my lungs.
"Jeez, you nearly killed me from that hug, Lila. Did you honestly miss me that much?" She scoffs, rolling her eyes at me.
"Duh! Of course, I did! I haven't seen you in five years, Taylor! Do you know how long five years is?" I shake my head. "Too damn long!" I laugh at her answer.
"I know, I know, and I'm sorry! You know I've been working my ass off these five years and it's literally been non-stop."
"Wow, you are such a workaholic. You now remind me of someone," she tells me.
"What? Who?"
"Mom." I make a disgusting face just by hearing that I remind Lila of our own mother. I don't know whether its a compliment or not.
"You're making me sick."
"I know," she says in laughter. Rolling my eyes I hand her my bags.
"How is she though?" Lila shrugs, taking my suitcase we walk out of the airport station.
"The same honestly. The wedding though is making her a bit cuckoo. She literally planned my entire wedding Taylor. My. Entire. Wedding!"
"Yeesh, really?" Lila nods as we walk to her car.
"It sucks! I mean I love her, but clearly, it's too much! And the funniest part is that it's not even her wedding! She already got married! Why is she doing this to me???"
