Borderlines
(And, t'was the start of a sequel! I get to use my format now, so alright. Please do read Something Special, or this will be really confusing to you.)
AND BY THE WAY THIS WILL NOT BE UPDATED DAILY LIKE SOMETHING SPECIAL. JUST POINTING THAT OUT.
(Claudia's POV)
~320 days before~
It was time to leave PAX. I hug each and everyone one of them as we separate into different places in the airport.
"Hey, Claudia?" he asks, in a shushed tone.
"Yeah?" I reply, breaking from the hug.
"If you ever need anything, give me a call," he says, making a phone out of his hand.
"Of course! Well then, I better be off," I say, waving.
"Yeah," he replies, more silent then before. "Bye." I walk over to Mitch, grabbing his hand. I smile up at him, and he gives me a quick kiss on my forehead. I lean on his shoulder as we check in, and get our luggage weighed. It was just him, Mat, and I going on the flight back home, as we all lived in Montreal. As we board the flight, Mitch takes a 'selfie' with Mat, and uploads it quickly on the 3G connection he had. We walk to the back of the plane, as we can't afford dem expensive seats in the front. It didn't matter, either way. Mat got the window seat, I got the middle, and Mitch got the aisle.
As the plane starts to take off, I realize I left my earbuds in my luggage. Damn. It wasn't a long flight, but still, that means I can't watch movies that haven't came out on DVD yet. Mitch noticed this, and he handed me an ear phone, to share with him.
"You want to watch with me?" He asks, smiling. I take the earphone, gladly.
"What're we watching?" I ask, fitting it into my ear.
"I haven't decided. We've only been on the plane for 15 minutes," he replies, touching the screen.
"Alright then. Let's choose one," I say, putting my head on his shoulder.
"Movie, or TV show?" He asks, stuck in the homescreen.
"Movie," I reply, as one movie can last the entire plane ride.
"Comedy or Action?" He asks, tapping another button on the screen.
"I don't know. You choose," I reply.
"Comedy it is," he says. "Hey…You want to watch Monty Python and The Holy Grail?"
"YES. YES. THAT IS THE BEST MOVIE EVER. YES," I reply, perking up.
"Alright then. Calm down," he says, clicking it. And so, we watch the movie throughout the flight. I swear, everyone was staring at us because we were laughing so hard. You can't blame us! They would've been laughing…Probably not. But, fuck'em. Let's not let them take their naps, because…Why not?
I think I lost my shit at "Please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Let's not bicker and argue over who killed who." Because that, was when someone went to us and complained. As they walked away, I couldn't help but laugh, but 'quietly' so that they weren't going to come back. Mat laughed along, covering his mouth to not let any sound out. It wasn't doing a good job. You could hear our muffled giggling from a mile away. At least they didn't come back.
Soon enough, we were back in Montreal. I've lived here, for what? A week? But somehow, I missed it. The crisp summer air compared to Seattle's. It actually wasn't that different, but it smelt of maple leaves and beavers. (OKAY THIS WAS A JOKE, I LIVE IN CANADA THIS IS NOT TRUE. :P) I laugh at my own joke, going through my head, and Mitch just stares at me.
"It's nothing," I say, waving him off.
"Alright, whatever you sayyy," he says, nudging me. We walk through, getting our luggage, and that was when we had to go our separate ways from Mat. "So…We'll see you soon?" Mitch asks, his luggage in hand.
"Yeah," he replies, giving him a hug.
"Hey…Do I not get a hug?" I joke. I did regret joking about that, as Mat looked at me, and gave me a hug that seemed like he was choking me. I couldn't breathe, I swear. "O-Ok-Okay, th-that's g-g-good. Ca-can y-you l-let go?" I say, trying to breathe.
"Happy?" Mat asks, pulling away with a huge grin on his face. I take deep breaths, nodding.
"Mhm," I mumble, my chest falling up and down quickly. "Not funny."
"I know," he says laughing hard.
"Then why're you laughing?" I grumble, crossing my arms. I stick my tongue out at him, teasing him.
"Because it's funny," he replies. Mitch can't help but snicker a little bit, and so I glare at him. I give him the most TERRIFYING look I can…Nope, cross that out. I gave him a look of what looked like a constipated walrus with 10 chins. And that made him laugh even harder. We proceeded to walk out of the airport, them still laughing hysterically. People looked at us, and I just smiled. Soon enough, they stopped laughing. Just…suddenly. I turn around, as I was in front of them, and they swoop me up and carry me around, running. Just like in the hotel, I try to get out of it, but at the same time, I can't because I'm too busy laughing my head off.
But good things come to an end, and they soon put me down. We were at the taxi stand, as we had to get home. It was late, but not quite. The clock said it was late, but the sun did not. We say our actual goodbyes, and actual hugs, then we part ways. Mitch and I shared a cab, of course. We didn't bring that much luggage and we literally lived right next to each other, so it made sense.
Once we got back, and paid the cab driver, splitting it so we wouldn't have one of those silly arguments like the one in Starbucks, the first thing I did was go into my apartment, and lie down on my bed. Oh, how I missed the comfort of my mattress, how it fit my body shape. I realized it was kind-of rude to just run into my apartment without a goodbye, so I walk out of the comfort of my bed and walked in Mitch's open door. Apparently he was doing the same thing as well. I peek into his room, and see him smothered on his bed.
I cough, to give an indication that I was here. And he quickly looks up, standing himself up straight.
"Oh…Hey there," he says, scratching his neck.
"I just wanted to say thank you," I say, walking towards him. I sit on his bed, which was even more comfortable than mine.
"Yeah, it's not a big deal," he replies, sitting back next to me.
"But it is," I start. "To me, of course. Maybe not to you."
He looks over to me, and gives me a kiss. Everything connected, like I was floating. It kept going, and soon enough, he was on top of me. "Mitch," I manage to say, out of breath. "Don't you ever think like we're taking this too fast?" He stops, and he rolls to be beside me. We lie there, side by side, and he takes my hand.
"Of course," he replies. "Sometimes I just…I just really like you. I don't know what my mind does to me. When I'm with you, I feel like nothing else matters. My brain stops, and I just…I don't know. I don't know what you do to me, Claudia. But I like it. I like you." He kisses me on the cheek, and stares up to the ceiling. I wonder what he's thinking, just staring up into space. Forgetting we were at home, and no longer needed to share a bed, I rest my head on his chest, and close my eyes, feeling his heart beat as I fall asleep.