time after time- the solo triplets a.u.

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have arrived at Ann Arbor Municipal Airport. Thank you for choosing Delta Airlines!" As the announcement ended, you removed your headphones, collecting your things, and you exited the plane, heading into bag collections. Turning your phone off of airplane mode, you see that you have received a voice message from your mom.

"Hi, honey! I'm really sorry, but I got tied up in the hospital and I'm afraid I won't be able to pick you up from the airport. Don't worry though! I got one of your little friends to pick you up! I'll be home late, so make yourself comfortable! Love you! Bye!."

You sighed disappointedly, even though you weren't really surprised by these occurrences, as your mother was the chief of surgery, but, still, you haven't seen your mother since she came for Christmas more than six months ago. Her tumultuous schedule made it difficult for her to visit you at school, and you were looking forward to spending some time with her tonight because you had a stressful trip.

You tried to take your mind off of it to prevent stressing out on your first day back, so you opened Spotify and put your playlist on shuffle. "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac began playing. It felt so strange, so alien, to be returning home after your first year in college in New York City. The smell of cigarettes- which you had gotten used to ever since you moved to the city, was now a stranger to you as the fresh suburban air filled your lungs. You had just stepped out of the airport, and a small pang of anxiety hit you, for some indescribable reason. You saw a familiar white Prius, and a familiar curly-haired blonde honking his "La Cucaracha" horn that was awfully cheesy but after hearing it since you were fifteen- when he would drive you to school every day, you had gotten used to it.

The car pulled over and even though you already recognized who the driver was, you were surprised to see Matt Solo get out of the vehicle. You immediately ran over to greet him as he was trying to pop open the trunk.

"Matty!" You exclaimed, dropping your suitcases to the side and hugging your childhood friend.

"Hey, munchkin!" He said. You smiled at the affectionate nickname he and the other members of the Solo family had given you when you were a child. It never got old, and now that you were about a foot shorter than the triplets, it still fit.

"Let me get that for you," He smiled, as he grabbed your luggage off the ground, placing it into the trunk.

"Thanks, I could've gotten that though, you know." You playfully retorted under your breath.

"Still the same old Y/N, I see..." The artificial blonde said as he lifted his glasses up his nose.

Matt closed the trunk and made his way over to the passenger seat. He opens the door for you and closes it once you get inside. You smile at the kind gesture and he nods in response.

"You strapped in?" He asked as he put his seatbelt on and meticulously checked the mirrors.

You nodded, as he turned the car and the radio on, and "It Won't Be Long" by the Beatles started playing. Matt began humming the lyrics to the song, and you sat there admiring the changes that the car had gone through- it was still neat, but the upholstery had a few scratches and stains, and it no longer reeked of Ben's weed.

"So, how's school?" You asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh! Um, Michigan's pretty good! I, um, the engineering program is outstanding, and I work for this office part-time for IT. I'm pretty happy." He smiled. "How about you? How's NYU?"

"It's amazing. I mean, I am still getting used to navigating the subway, but I love it there. When are you gonna visit me?" You asked, with a smile.