The next two days went smoothly as Ashton and I planned out the flight information and accommodation. He would be arriving on February 21st, at 9:50am, and staying for two months at Homewood Suites until April 28th, when he’ll departure at 5:00pm. I could hear Ashton’s excitement the night before he left on February 20th. We talked a bit and he thanked me for doing this, when all I could do was thank him back, Lauren was a great patient and she deserved this.
*Ash’s POV*
“I will miss you so much honey! Be safe, call me when you land. I expect daily-if not weekly, skypes from you, alright? I love you so much!” My mum blubbered. I giggled, I loved my mum to death, if there was anything that I was going to be missing the most on this trip, it would be her. I repeated the “I love you” and “I will miss you”, muttering something about not having skype as I stepped into my taxi. I have only flown in a plane twice in my life; once when I was four, as my entire family took a trip to Perth to visit my grandparents, and the second time when they passed away. Both occurred when I was young, so my memories of travelling by plane are vague.
After two hours of sorting out baggage, security, and boarding I was finally sat in a window seat not too far from the bathrooms. Pulling out my phone, I switched its mode to “Airplane”, put it away, and shut my eyes.
“Sir? We’re just about to land. Can you please put your seatbelt on?” I was lightly shaken awake by one of the flight attendants. I smiled, nodding and easily clicking my seatbelt on. My nerves sat at the pit of my stomach, awaiting my encounter with Lauren. God, just thinking of her makes me smile. I’m whipped.
*Lauren’s POV*
Yawning, I rubbed my eyes and looked towards my digital clock. 10:47am… 10:47am?! Shit! I quickly flopped off of my bed spastically, running to every corner of my room and to my bathroom, trying to get ready as quickly as possible. My dad was leaving in fifteen minutes and if I didn’t cook him lunch for his work I would be toast. I hate how he always got me so anxious and frustrated over everything I do. Even waking up has become frustrating to me. I have to wake up early on a Saturday morning just because my dad can’t do anything on his own. Other than that, my Saturdays are usually just me scrolling through the various movies and tv shows on Netflix I can binge watch, whilst eating something along the lines of Ben and Jerry’s or pizza. I was dress in some cheap, baggy, grey sweatpants from one of the stores at my local mall, with my favourite black and white Nirvana t-shirt, and some fuzzy slippers. Layering some turkey breast on top of some tomato, and placing the adjacent piece of bread on that, I packed his sandwich into a little baggy and walked to my bathroom. After washing my hands, I went upstairs to go and open my laptop and begin my marathon of Once Upon a Time. Just as I was about to click my favourite episode where my feels explode because of Captain Swan, my phone buzzed on my black nightstand.
“? - 11:13am: hey
Sent at 11:13am: who is this?
? - 11:14am: Nicole? Don’t tell me you deleted my number! Ohmyogd.
Sent at 11:15am: of course i would, why the hell wouldnt i?
? - 11:17am: whatever. Look bitch, I’ve been seeing you around with luke. Why? He should be repulsed by you. I like luke hemmings, and if your ugly ass tries to get close to him, I s2g I will-”
I shut off my phone, sighing deeply. God, what did I do to deserve this? I got off of my bed, walking to my bathroom and washing my face. My eyes dart towards my little blue box. My tiny, metal distractions were buried in an envelope of the box, just asking to be used. What difference would it make right? I was only two days clean, and nobody was home, nor coming over anytime soon. I grabbed my favourite blade, it was lovely. Not too sharp, not too dull, just perfect.
