Saving Elliot - One Shot

one: she moves in her own way

The sign has been lingering in my hands for about thirty minutes now, and if it stays there for a little longer, my arms might fall off, I thought. Okay, maybe they won't fall off, mainly because this sign weighed next to nothing. This was just a plain white sheet of paper, where FINTRY was written in capital letters with a black pen.

Maybe this sign just felt so heavy, because I was nervous? No, what would I be nervous about? It was just Elliot coming back from the states after I hadn't seen him for, what, two months?

No, absolutely not.

Okay, who am I kidding here? I was more nervous than I had been in my entire life. Even in my exams I wasn't this nervous.

I shifted from one foot to another. God, how long is it taking him?

"Why can't he fucking hurry up?" I groaned.

"El, you are really impatient, aren't you? It isn't his fault that the plane is late. Just wait," O'connor annotated.

My parents, O'connor, Finley, Tam, Cam and me were currently at the Londoner airport, waiting for Fintry to arrive. We had been waiting for over forty minutes now, and with every minute I grew more impatient. He should've arrived thirty minutes ago, but no, that stupid plane must be late. Fucking plane.

The ride here wasn't quite enjoyable due to my best friends who had been singing to 90's hits the whole time as loud as they could. Only half an hour into that act, I snapped and demanded to switch cars.

I was currently in a car with O'connor, Finley, Cameron, and my dad. Tamara insisted to sit in a car with my mum, because she wouldn't want to get in a car with them to save a life. She said she wanted her ears to be as unharmed as possible and her mind cleared; I didn't get it. Now I understand why.

So when I was in a car with mum and Tamara, I could still see them singing along those songs. Hell, even my dad sung along. Boys.

And as we arrived at the Londoner airport, we couldn't find a space in the damn parking lot! Sure, we've been searching for a good quarter hour, but still, it took way too long. Who knew that an airport wouldn't have enough space at noon? I somehow knew that the parking lot wouldn't be empty at all, but this full? Hell no, I thought we'd get there and zack! a parked car in a save place between the other hundreds of vehicles burning in the hot - or not, it was already September anyway - sunshine, that was breaking in through the window glasses.

And now we were sitting in the area where the people should arrive, but nope, no trace of Fintry. These seats were literally killing me. Maybe they didn't really annoy me that much, maybe the seats weren't so uncomfortable. But who knows? I couldn't think of anything else than Fintry's arrival. There were some points, where I thought I was pretty creepy, thinking of his arms, wrapped around me as we watch - yet another time - Grease. When I conclused that I was (kind of) creepy, I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, so I had to think of something else. I would stare at the ground, and think of football, of how I could improve my dancing skills, though I knew I didn't have any.
But then I'd thought of the time with Fintry together when we played footy together. How he managed to handle that ball under his feet.
Ugh, will this ever stop?

My brothers couldn't make it, I'm afraid. Mostly because they were too far away and weren't able to visit us.

Mac and Arthur were in Michigan, and the college wouldn't let them fly to England, which would've been cool, so the twins and Elliot would have been in the same plane. They justified this with the statement that Fintry wasn't even part of our family, and that it was just him flying to England, that this wasn't a big deal. Knobheads.