Just a short little oneshot I've been brewing up. Based on the song "Let Alone You" by Blaine Larsen. Enjoy!
Zeke stood in the crowded airport at the baggage claim, waiting. He nervously shuffled his feet, scratched his neck, and twiddled his thumbs. Every few seconds he would reach in his pocket and pull out his cell phone. He would check the time and sigh before shoving his phone back in his pocket. Time seemed to be on pause when all he wanted was to fast forward.
Days before, he never would have dreamed that he would be standing there waiting on anyone, let alone her. As he waited, his mind wandered to the previous day.
Zeke lay sprawled out on his couch. The television was on, but he had the volume down so low it couldn't be heard. He wasn't paying any attention to the basketball game on the screen; in fact, he didn't even know who was playing. The air conditioning was on full blast giving the room an icy feeling. The lights were off and the curtains were drawn, only letting in tiny beams of the late afternoon sun at the edges. He couldn't remember the last time he showered or shaved.
This had become his life. At first when she left, he managed to get by from day to day; to at least pretend he was okay when he was really dying inside. His friends were no dummies, though; they knew he was struggling. They tried their hardest to cheer him up and help him move on. They took him to clubs, movies, basketball games, and anything else they could think of to try and keep his mind off of her, but nothing worked. Finally they all gave up on him. He wondered to himself how long it had been since he talked to them; or anyone really. His days began to mesh together some time ago, so like everything else, he couldn't remember. It was official; he was sitting at rock bottom.
The phone rang loudly, shattering the near silence he had grown accustom to and startling him to the point he almost fell off the couch. He hadn't heard from anyone in so long that he wasn't expecting anyone to call, let alone her.
"Flight fifteen sixty-five now arriving from New York City," the loudspeaker boomed from over head, drawing him back to the present. Zeke's stomach flopped; that was her flight. That was the best phone call he had ever received. His all time low was practically forgotten when he heard her voice. Unable to speak, he just sat there and listened while she poured her heart out to him. That she missed being with him, that the time and distance made her realize she was nothing without him, that he was the only one for her, and that if he would have her, she wanted to come back. After countless first dates set up by his friends, he resigned to the fact that he would never find somebody new, let alone-
"Zeke…"
Her.
There she was, standing right in front of him looking just as gorgeous as the day she left. She sure was a sight for sore eyes. He stared for a moment, just taking in her beauty before fiercely pulling her to him for a passionate kiss. It was perfect; nothing had ever felt so right. When they finally pulled apart, both were short of breath.
Zeke gave her a loving smile. "Welcome home, Sharpay."