Ok so I was listening to If It Means A Lot To You by A Day To Remember, and this idea came to mind. Don't worry, the story won't end like the song does! And if you haven't heard the song, you should! It's great! Ok, enjoy!
I looked wildly around the airport. Families surrounded me, bearing signs, flowers, and stuffed animals. I had arrived empty-handed; I didn't want anything getting in the way of me and Eli.
He had been in Iraq for eight months. We had one day together, then he was gone for another four months of heart-breaking separation.
Suddenly, my crystal eyes locked with familiar foresty emerald ones. The floppy dark chocolate hair I had become so conversant with was now close-cropped and cut just above his ears. His eyes were tired, yet alight with emotional arousal all the same.
In the midst of taking in his new appearance, I was engulfed in a powerful bear hug. His strong, warm arms wrapped tightly around me, making up for lost time. His hands became entangled in my cinnamon curls.
"Your hair... It's so long..." He twirled a strand around his finger.
"I grew it out... I thought you'd like it?" It came out as a question.
"I love it, I love you."
I open my mouth to respond, to tell him I love him just as much, if not more. But he cuts me off by crushing his lips over mine. We kissed for thirty seconds, ignoring the amused eyes glued to our scene. After a full minute, there is no his mouth and my mouth, but only our mouths intertwined; working as a unit.
"God, I missed you, Clare," he managed to say once we pulled away.
"I missed you, too, Eli. So, so much," I choked out, tears of sheer felicity streaming down my cheeks. Eli cupped my face and gingerly brushed away my tears.
"Don't cry, love. I'm here now."
We stood there for ten minutes, no words. The only communications between us were the unsaid words that we both knew were there. Finally, I found the willpower to pull away from him. He loosened his grip hesitantly, but made up for it by interlacing his fingers with mine.
We walked blissfully hand-in-hand to the car. He stole a kiss on my cheek before climbing in the passenger side. "So, what's new?"
"Nothing really. Work's… average. I actually just wrote a short story based on us. You know, when we were teenagers." I was referring to my job as a writer, in which I wrote short stories for the local paper. I have to say, I have Eli to thank for this. Had he not pushed me through Advanced English, I would've never had the courage to put my heart and soul onto paper.
"A story about a hearse-driving teenage heartthrob and a blue-eyed saint?" He smirked, "Can't wait to read it." With that he flashed a smile, not a smirk; but a real, make-your-heart-skip-a-beat smile.
"Sure, but first, we need to meet Adam and Fiona at The Dot."
"The Dot? Just like high school…" he murmured the last part, letting his mind wander momentarily to memories of Degrassi. "So Adam and Fiona are still together?"
"Yeah, they're really happy. Almost as happy as I am to see you." I took my eyes off the road for a moment, something I don't do unless I absolutely have to, and smiled at him.
"I bet I'm happier to see you. You have no idea what it's like there…" Eli let his voice trail, sparing me the details of the bloodshed overseas.
"Eli, you don't have to think about that. As of today, you're home."
A/N: Ok so… I know it was short, but the next chapter should be pretty long. Hang in there! Be sure to review! Thanks for reading!