Breaking Up was Easy in the 90's

4. Welcome Home

Ariana's Point of View:

Walking into the airport all disguised. I was not in the mood for the paparazzi and I didn't need my fans wondering where I was flying to next. Today was the day I was flying back home. I was terrified. For the simple fact of how many people were going to try and act like we were friends. And mostly the thought of running into Caleb terrified me. Because what would I say to him after all these years or if he would even talk to me.

"I can't believe we are really going home." Skylar said with excitement.

Rolling my eyes with a grin, "Sky you act like you haven't been home in these past 3 years."

"Yeah, but even though New York is beautiful. And being able to call this my 2nd home with you." She shrugs. "I love going home. Seeing how everyone has been. See my family."

"I'm glad you are excited." I say with a sincere smile. "You deserve it."

"Hey." She grins. "Everyone is going to be excited to see you. Regardless of if you see Caleb."

"Yeah.." I say trailing off.

"You wanna grab Starbucks before we head out?" Sky grinned. "Might make you feel better."

I laughed. "You know me so well." We went to the Starbucks in the airport. After waiting around a little bit longer. I knew there was no going back. I headed to the terminal where my private jet was waiting. I then feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn around and see a girl with her mom standing behind her.

"I know you don't want to be bothered right now but."

I knew she was probably a fan.

"I love you and wondered if I could get a quick picture with you. She says pointing at her mom who was holding the phone ready to snap.

"Sure. And thank you so much for supporting me." I smiled.

Looking at the camera, I pose. She then turns to walk away. I then stop her, "Wait." She turns around. As I give her a big hug, "I love you."

"I love you so much." The girl says hugging me tightly as if she needed this. Little did she know how much I actually needed it.

After hearing Skylar call for me. "I better go." I frown. "Stay beautiful." I turn around and walk towards to Skylar.

"Hello Ms. Grande." The guards say.

Saying nothing, I just smile and continue to walk. As I finally get in my seat. I feel my anxiety start  to rise.

I then feel Skylar holding my hand tightly, "it's all going to go okay. I promise. I will beat anybody ass for you." She smiles. "And you know that."

Taking a deep breath. The jet finally began to take off and I knew there was no going back now.

Caleb's Point of View:

A day before the day I see Ariana again and even worse, perform for the first time in front of almost all of Boca. Neither which I was ready for. I hear my little sister walk in the kitchen. Alaina Marshall. The biggest pain in my ass. "Hey bro. You hear Ariana is coming back."

I nod. "Yeah."

She chuckles lightly, "I want to meet her new beau Justin Bieber." She says practically drooling, "He's so hot."

"Whatever Lani." I say shaking my head in disgust.

"I don't why you are so pressed. You left her remember." She spat.

"Don't you have somewhere to be. Like going to a party with your so called friends."

"Both of you. STOP." My mom says coming down the stairs. "I hate y'all fighting."

"Well at least I am not living with mom." She sneers.

"I pay almost everything in this house so I would gladly ask you to shut your mouth."

"STOP." My mom screams. "Ever since your father passed, all you two do is fight."

We both fell silent. My dad was the only one who could keep me and Alaina from fighting. But ever since his death, all Alaina did was party, and fuck around. She was like every other girl in this stupid town.

"It's fine. I need to go anyways." I say grabbing a water bottle and grabbing my car key. I drove to the local breakfast and lunch place that was about 5 minutes from the airport. I found a parking spot up front. Getting out of my car. I walk in and lock the door behind me. Realizing it was dead. Perfect, grabbing the nearest seat at the bar. I then realized the servers gossiping as they looked at their phones. "Yeah. It's her. Supposedly paparazzi got a tip off and they are waiting out front of the airport."

Wait were they talking about Ariana? I shook it off before getting up and walking back to my car. As weird as this sounds, I just wanted to see her again. Was that creepy? So many thoughts ran through my head. I started the engine before backing out and  revving it up to the airport. I wondered if her favorite colors were in her words, "periwinkle blue, white, sea foam green, and pale pink." I missed her, I missed making her smile. I missed staying up late and just being free and in love.

Pulling up to airport, it brought me back to when we pulled behind the gate to watch the planes land and take off. Back then she said how much she wished she could travel to New York. And we talked for hours. Until we were no longer allowed and almost got arrested. I was scared of going to jail and she was mouthing off to the cops. It was odd because that night when I saw the blue lights shining in her eyes, I saw the freedom and carefree attitude she had to life. She even joked about making a run for it for the jokes of it. It was an interesting night. Everything about her intrigued me. The thought of that night gave me a faint smile and thats when I saw the paparazzi begin going into a frenzy along with girls and guys standing in Ariana Grande merchandise. I got out in hopes I get one quick glimpse of the girl I could never get off my mind. About that time a blacked out SUV pulled up. Jogging now to the crowd of people in front of the airport. I see Skylar walk out first and get into the car. And then here comes little Ariana. Looking more beautiful than ever, wearing all black with black high heels. Her hair in a ponytail with a black bandana. My heart was beating a mile a minute. She looked so much beautiful face to face. And just like she was in the SUV. And the SUV began to drive off making me frantic. I hoped she didn't see me. I hid into the crowd. And just like that I watched the SUV pull off. I watched it until I saw turn right on the way to her momma's house. I have to make it right. It will pain me until I do. Then I hear a girl tap me on my shoulder making me jump. "Hey can you take a picture of me and my friend."

"Uh sure." I say. They posed with their Ariana shirts on. I snapped the photo before handing her phone back.

"Thank you so much."She smiles.

"No problem." I say shifting my attention back to where the SUV had pulled out from.