It's Just Life

Hometown

I was standing with Ashton outside the LaGuardia airport. Warm weather had also reached New York, the warm effect of the sun making the road weaver in the heat waves. My bag was leaning on my leg and my jumper was abandoned above it. Ashton had also taken his sleeve shirt off and now supported only a white top, letting his defined biceps show. He was holding on to my waist, making little circles to the spot where my shirt had ridden up as if to reassure himself that he was here and next to me.

I had figured it all out with him on the long airplane ride. He had read the letter. As soon as Anne handed it to him he had shut his door to her face and read the whole thing, which resulted in a crazy thought of leaving and for some reason putting it on the move. He had packed and rushed downstairs were he had quickly explained Anne something, I didn't really catch what. And now he was here, with me, in New York. Standing next to me and drawing circles to my hip. Oh how wonderfully life suprises you.

It was noisy outside, the voice level of airplanes making my eardrums hurt. I sighed, annoyed by the loudness and checked the busy road again. At least 5 buses and a handful of taxes, but no blue zedan Toyota as Colton had described to me. There was suppose to be someone here to take me to where I would sleep. Again, I was ashtonished by how much room and air to breath the Child Services gave me. I could just take the 1st bus I saw and go to Alabama if I wanted. The road suddenly got flueded by a mass of people, I guess another plane had landed. I side-stepped closer to Ash and lifted my gaze to his face. He had pulled out a black bandana from somewhere which pushed the mop of curls he had back on top of his head. His classes were sliding down his nose again, and I pushed them up before he had the time to do it himself.

"I guess they're late." I laughed at his remark.

"Captain obvious."

"Statements are words, be glad I use them."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"And when did you become so deep?"

Ashton pulled out a packet of gum from his shorts, smirking at me.

"I read Fifty Shades Of Grey. Want a gum?" I took one and popped it to my mouth, only to spit it back out immediately. I licked my lips, disgusted by the taste.

"Is that cranberry?" Ashton giggled at me while happily biting on his gum, making small bubbles of it.

"That's evil. Who the hell even eats cranberry gum?"

"I do. And you're so wrong, it's amazing." I spat, trying to get the awful taste out of my mouth. The small ball of spit that had left my mouth didn't hit the ground, instead someone's very expensive looking black leather shoes. I winced and immediately started to apologize.

"I am so, so sorry, I..."

"Are you Sidney Kentwood?" Puzzled I lifted my gaze from his shoes and concentrated my eyes on the person. To the person who obviously still had my spit on his shoes. I could hear Ashton trying to contain his giggles behind me, miserably failing. I shot him a be-quiet-you-little-bird look before turning back around and smiling sheepishly to the man, still comfused by how he knew my name. He was wearing a long black coat, not seemingly getting any discomfort from the blazing sun. Smooth sun glasses covered his eyes and his mouth was in a straight line. His head was covered by a hat and once again I wondered how he wasn't fried from the heat already.

"Are you Sidney Kentwood?" He repeated in a low, serious tone.

"Yeah, I am." I answered.

"This way please." He picked up my bag not seemingly grimacing from the weight, turned around and started speed walking across the road into the parking spaces. I shrugged my shoulders to Ashton who was staring at the man -Obviously wondering why he hadn't addressed him anyway- and picked up his bag. We walked in a hurry trying to keep up with the man -Who had yet to tell us his name- and after couple of minutes halted to a stop in front of a blue zedan Toyota, just as Colton had described. He thrusted my bag into the trunk and looked at Ashton with a calm, uninterested expression.