Exiting the Terminal at LaGuardia airport, you found yourself shivering in the sudden cold. Despite having worn the warmest jacket you could find, nothing prepared you for the frigid blast of air on your face. Heat lamps were scattered beside the taxi stand, but this seemed to do nothing but attract hopeful crowds of tourists.
Bypassing them all, you dragged your suitcase to the end of Terminal B. This was the agreed-upon meeting place for all family members. Your sister, Sara, was on pick-up duty tonight. She lived and worked in New York City, so the airport had been an easy stop on her way to Josen Falls. Your hometown was only an hour outside the city, but it might as well have been Mars for how much cab drivers charged to get there.
Lugging your bag to the end of the row, you saw Sara's black Subaru parked at the front. As soon as you were within view, the driver's side door flung open.
"Y/N!" she yelled, exiting the car. "Y/N!"
You couldn't help but laugh, half-running the last several paces to crush her in a hug. Your sister squeezed you back, trying – and failing – to lift you from the ground. Once finished, she took a step back and adjusted her glasses.
"You look skinnier," she said with a frown.
Re-grabbing your bag, you rolled your eyes. "I'm not skinnier."
"Have you lost weight?"
"I mean, some but –"
"Nope," said Sara, lifting the trunk of her car. "I'll call mom on the way home. She can heat up mac and cheese, or something."
Shoving the handle on your suitcase down, you heaved this from the ground to place in the trunk. As annoying as Sara's criticism was, you couldn't help but salivate at the thought of your mom's mac and cheese.
"Ugh," you said as you entered the car. Plopping in the passenger seat, you buckled your seatbelt. "Honestly, that sounds amazing. Even the mac and cheese on the west coast is low-carb and no butter."
Sara looked at you in horror. "Why would anyone do that?"
"Beats me. Masochism?"
"Must be," she said, shaking her head and putting the car in drive.
Pulling from the curb, Sara eased seamlessly into traffic. She waited until you'd reached the highway to turn on the music, just like dad did.
"Anyways," she said, drumming her hands on the steering wheel. "Everyone's super excited to have you home. It's been what – over a year since last time?"
"Around that, yeah," you said, shifting uncomfortably.
Slouching lower in your seat, you turned to look out the window. It wasn't snowing, but it had clearly snowed within the past couple of days. A greyish-blue sludge remained on the highway.
Sara glanced sideways. "Don't slouch," she said. "You'll wrinkle those really cute pants – which, by the way, can I wear tomorrow night?" Beatific, she smiled. "Mom and dad are throwing me a tiny engagement party. Obviously, you're invited."
"Oh. Did you say tomorrow, because –"
"Nope!" Sara cut you off. "No excuses, big sis. You're my maid of honor, so you have to be there. No ifs, ands or buts."
Sighing loudly, you slumped in your seat. "Has anyone told you how annoyingly single-minded you are?"
"Often. I tell them I get it from my older sister."
You snorted, but you knew she was right. You were equally stubborn – it was what had led to your current situation. Your family only knew the barest details about your life. If they knew the full extent of your failures, they'd instantly offer to help you out.
YOU ARE READING
A Holly, Jolly Crisis
FanficAuthor: @kpopfanfictrash as part of the Once Upon a Holiday... collaboration with @underthejoon , @fantasybangtan , @lamourche , @hobidreams , @suga-kookiemonster , @junghelioseok Pairing: Hoseok / Reader (female) Genre: Ex-Best Friends to Lov...