Sparks (TheCampingRusher Short Story)

Chapter 5

-Larry's POV

Attention passengers, we will be arriving shortly at Tacoma International Airport. Please remain in your seats and buckle your seatbelts in preparation for landing.

I could feel my heart pounding, if there was one thing I hated, it was flying. The idea of being thousands of feet up in the air with nothing but the cold hard ground to catch you if you fell terrified me. I tighten my seatbelts and harshly grab onto the armrests.

The man next to me let's out a low chuckle, and I glare in his general direction. I can hear snoring, and small chit chat. I find it very hard to understand how anyone can be calm in a situation like this.

It's been almost a week since Brayden kissed me, and-for those of you wondering- he hasn even attempted to return my calls. He actually had the audacity to ignore me on the hour and a half drive to the airport and he switched seats with Ryan so that he wasn't so close to me. If I'm completely honest, that last part kind of hurt.

I push all of my negative thoughts out of my mind as I feel the plane descend, shutting my eyes tightly I hold back a squeal and pray that everything goes alright. We're safely on the ground in about 15 minutes and I can't seem to get out fast enough.

"Relax, kid. It's not that big of a deal" Ryan says as he helps me grab my carryon from the cubby over my head.

"It most certainly is that big of a deal, Ryan. I've spent enough time on this death trap and I would enjoy being able to set foot on the ground." I retort back, grabbing my bag from his hand and pushing through the people in the aisle.

-Brayden's POV

"Can someone hail a cab?" Mitch says from behind me and I roll my eyes at his impatience.

"If you haven't noticed, all the drivers keep ignoring us, sir" I hear Larry say in a slightly annoyed tone.

"That's probably due to the fact that you're five feet four inches, and wearing green pants" he replies trying to hold back a laugh. Larry punches his arm and yells something about them being mint. I stand on the curb and whistle loudly, finally catching the attention of a nearby taxi driver. We put our luggage in the trunk and hop in. Ryan in the front with the driver with Mitch, Larry, and I in the back seat. We give the driver directions to the "Cube House" that we're renting for the weekend, and get there in minutes.

Larry is talking to Graser on the phone, telling him to go outside to make sure we're at the right house.

"I don't care if you're not wearing any pants, Zachary. Open the goddamn door and help us get our stuff inside!" she yells into her phone and I hear Graser's muffled voice call her insane or something of the sort. A door two houses down opens up and I can see Graser walk out-thankfully, wearing pants.

"You see? I told you he wasn't ugly" Mitch says and Larry pulls out her wallet and hands him a $20 note.

"Don't be so smug about it, I already knew what he looked like." She replies, pushing him playfully.

"Hey, you guys! You're finally he-" Graser gets cut off by a very harsh group hug that I somehow got pulled into.

"Dude, you're not ugly!" I hear Larry's muffled voice say from the middle of the hug and can't help but smile.

"Are we just going to stand in the middle of the street all day? Or are a actually going to go inside?" I say, reluctantly breaking apart from Larry's grip.

I've been purposefully ignoring her ever since I kissed her and I can tell she doesn't like it. But what else am I supposed to do? It's as if every time I'm around her my thoughts turn to applesauce.

I don't think I can take not being around her for much longer.