I Heart California?

Dedicated to @northbynorth

Thank you for writing such a wonderful book that touched our hearts and destroyed our emotions.

You are a fucking genius, seriously.

We really hope you like our one-shot :)

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This bloody airport is so fucking huge. I'm never going to find Fintry before he leaves. I know he promised he would come back for me, but something told me I had to see him before his departure.

So here I was looking for the guy I loved with no clue where to go. I was running around like a lost pup through every corner of this big ass airport.

As I made my way to one of the gates I noticed a tall guy not far away from where I was standing. I couldn't see his face but his messy dark hair and leather jacket looked exactly like Fintry's. Nervously, I walked towards him. I tapped his shoulder very awkwardly, and he turned to face me.

It wasn't him.

I am such a twat. I actually thought I would find him.

"Um, do I know you?" the man asked.

"No, sorry. I thought you were someone else." I responded solemnly.

Turning away dissapointed, I walked the opposite way. I can't believe I went through so much trouble for nothing. I had even screamed at a police officer which wasn't such a bright idea.

I turned my head when I heard someone say my name in the distance, and there he was, Elliot Fintry.

He walked towards me, leaving just a few inches of distance from our bodies.

"I can-" my words were cut off when Elliot cupped my face and kissed me.

This kiss was sweet yet passionate. I missed Fintry. I missed him being this close to me. I missed the taste of his lips, but most of all, I missed his smile.

He pulled back from the kiss. I looked around and noticed we were the only two people in the airport. That's when I realized...

"You know this isn't real, right? You have to stop dreaming about me, Jensen. I'm only dream Elliot, and you know things this perfect will never happen in real life. Especially with me" he said.

"But it's been three weeks since you left and you haven't even called. I don't know what to do."

"Go to California. Find Elliot. The real, imperfect, chaotic one."

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Maybe I should go to California, I mean, why not? It would give me a chance to scream my fucking brains out at him, which was something I had missed dearly.

I stood up from my bed gathering my thoughts, not knowing what the fuck I was just about to do. I decided not to think of it much; otherwise I was going to change my mind. I grabbed a suit case from my closet and started packing.

Everything could go wrong; it's fucking Elliot Fintry for crying out loud, something was bound to happen. I never imagined myself feeling this way about someone, let alone doing this cliché horse shit. I think I'm going mad. Is this what love does to a person? Because it fucking sucks balls.

I finished packing and took a deep breath. I stood up, looked around and headed out my bedroom door. As I made my way downstairs, my suitcase slipped out of my grasp making the noise that I most wanted to avoid.

"Fu- oh, hi mum" I said as I noticed my mum standing in front of the staircase staring down at the suitcase.

Oh, this was going to be interesting.