Sara arrived at the airport late to pick him up.
She knew her mother would be furious if she learned of Sara's poor punctuality. She was always telling Sara to make an effort at being on time.
Sara sighed as she scanned the crowd looking for him.
She glanced once more at the picture she held loosely in her hand.
The photo was a few years old but she figured how much different could a guy look after only three years time?
Sara scanned the crowd once more her eyes landing on a gorgeous creature of a man.
He was tall and thin with dark closely cropped hair.
Sara had forgotten all about what she held in her other hand, so as he came ambling towards her it didn't occur to her that this wonderfully hot guy could be him.
She tore her eyes from him and looked at the sign she held in her sweaty grip.
Michael Scofield it said in the big blaring letters her mother had insisted upon.…
Sara continued to watch as her smiling stepbrother walked up to her, thinking she had died and gone to heaven.
On the ride home she was quiet for fear of sounding like a blubbering fool.
When he spoke to her after the first few minutes of silence Sara felt her cheeks flush and her hands begin to sweat.
She couldn't explain her body's reaction to him.
Sure he was hot, but Sara had been around hot guys before.
Something about him was different she decided as she pulled up in front of the house she shared with her mother, stepfather, and now Michael Scofield..Well at least for this summer anyways.
Sara put the car in park amazed that she had managed to get them there in one piece considering her rattled state.
She popped the trunk release and climbed out of the car, making her way around the car to help Michael carry in his luggage.
As they were walking up to the door it was thrown open by her smiling mother.
Sara watched with envy as her mother wrapped her arms around Michael and kissed him on the cheek.
(A short time later)
Sara sat sipping her lemonade as her mother talked Michael's ear off. As she listened to her mother apologize once again for not picking him up at the airport, Sara let her eyes wander.
She chanced a quick look at Michael, who seemed to be interested in her mother's babble about her social responsibilities and how they took up so much of her time. The truth was, her mother was rarely if ever home. Grace Burrows was what most people referred to as a social butterfly.
It seemed her mother belonged to more committees than Sara would have believed existed if not for her mother's involvement.
Her mind wandering more than her eyes, Sara glanced at Michael only to find his eyes on her. Her mother's eyes were on her as well. "Sara, are you with us dear"? Her mother said and Sara felt her cheeks blaze.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't…I mean"…Sara trailed off even more flustered by the grin that spread across Michael's face.
"Sara you really need to…oh forget it I'll get it myself ", her mother said and rising from the sofa she picked up Michael's empty glass.
"I'll be right back, dear. I do so want to hear everything about you"!
Sara watched as her mother left the room and then turned back to Michael.
She's really happy you decided to spend the summer here", Sara said trying to make conversation.
"I mean the only thing that would have made her happier is if your brother Lincoln had come too", Sara said rubbing her sweaty palms on her jeans.
What was it about talking to him that made her palms sweat?
"Yeah, he would have liked to, but he couldn't risk losing his job. And then there's the fact that he's pretty involved with Veronica, that's his girlfriend", Michael said in explanation.
Sara felt stupid for saying anything about Lincoln. She knew that Michael and Lincoln had been on their own for the last couple of years since their mother died.
Aldo, Sara's step dad, Michael and Lincoln's father had gone to the funeral hoping to convince the two young men to come live with them, but both had insisted on staying put.
Aldo had agreed, but had insisted on sending Lincoln who was now 21, an allowance every month to help out. Michael then 15 was now still a minor at 17, and their father felt responsible for his support.
Then a month or so ago they had received a letter from Michael. It seemed he wanted to spend some time getting to know the rest of his family. Sara's mother had been thrilled as well as his father. They had quickly sent a letter suggesting Michael spend the summer with them. And now here he was.
Sara was opening her mouth to speak when her mother's voice erupted behind her.
Sara wasn't late picking you up, was she, Michael"? Grace Burrows asked, and though Sara couldn't see her mother, she could picture her there behind her, hands planted firmly on her hips, waiting for Michael's response.
Sara opened her eyes widely in a silent plea for Michael to say no, that she wasn't late. If her mother found out she had left him wandering around the airport for even a minute Sara would never hear the last of it.
"Um, no actually she was right on time", Michael said smiling at her mother. Sara mouthed the words, "Thank you", as her mother came around to the sofa and setting down a full glass of lemonade, took her seat next to Michael.
The truth of the matter was, Michael had been wandering the airport for a good twenty minutes before Sara had arrived to pick him up.
"So tell me Michael, How do you feel about animal rights"? Her mother started, and Sara thought here we go again.