Ahh all the reviews. Just to clarify, that was a flashback in the last chapter sorry for the confusion. Thank you all for your support.
The hours that Clare was on the plane were torturous for Eli. He thought about all the statistics on plane crashes and even though the chances seemed rare it still could happen. The worst always did seem to happen to him. He checked his watch again. He still had four hours to kill and decided to write some more.
However, writing wasn't going as easily as he hoped. He was blocked and knew now that he would not be able to get work done until she got here so instead he decided to call up Adam.
Who being the asshole that he was decided not to answer.
He couldn't go for a walk but he needed to take his mind off of Clare before he lost control of his fears and his desires. He wasn't sure which one was worse. His phone rang clearing his thoughts.
"Thanks for answering the phone douche bag," Eli said into the mouth piece.
"Nice to hear from you too Elijah," the female voice trilled. Eli laughed for a second realizing it wasn't Adam on the phone.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were Adam," he told her.
"I figured as much. He told me to call you because Adam is on some date and he knew that you would be freaking out," the girl explained.
"He's a good friend."
"Better than you Eli! How could you not tell me that some teenager was coming to stay with you over break!" She yelled. "I thought we were friends, I came out to you for goodness sake's and I don't even get a text message. Nothing. Silence from Mr. Big Shot EJ Gold."
"I'm sorry, Fi!" He apologized. And he truly was sorry, he hadn't meant not to tell her, but in all honesty he didn't know what to say.
"So spill," she ordered. And he did. He told her all about Clare. About her parents and how he talked to her all the time, how they had eventually planned this upcoming week, how he wanted to see her more than anything. He told her how he felt, something he hadn't felt since Julia. He told her that he was writing again, that she cured his writers block to an extent. He told her he was afraid.
"… and just what if she doesn't like me? What if it just can't work?" He asked, more to himself than to her.
"It will work, you deserve this E, if anyone does you do… or Adam," she added quickly forcing him to crack a smile. "Things will work out, they will, and I expect you to bring her to a Coyne gathering so we can all judge the crap out of her, and so we can meet this new girl of Adam's too."
"I don't know Fiona, she's only seventeen."
"She'll be fine we're not going to get her that drunk." She teased and he smiled knowing Fiona didn't drink anyway. He laughed.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I promise if there are any new developments you will be the first to hear."
"Good. I better be, cause you owe me big for keeping you distracted." She scolded lightly. He chuckled again.
"How's Imo doing?"
"Not well, she's really upset about her Dad, we've been working on it. She'll get better soon, I know she will. But the wedding planning has been temporarily put on hold because of him being moved to an assisted living facility." She sighed.
"I'm sorry, I still get to be the man of honor don't i?" He queried trying to lighten the mood. She laughed.
"As long as you keep us updated!" She deliberated. He laughed and looked at his watch.
"I've got to head out, you know how traffic is at this hour."
"TELL ME EVERYTHING WHEN YOU SEE HER! I WANT TO RECEIVE CREEPY STALKER PICTURES OF HER!" Fiona begged.
"Alright, alright, I'll see you soon, thanks for everything."
"Anytime," she assured and hung up the phone with a decisive click.
The drive to the airport didn't take long enough and he was stuck waiting for her to come out of that gate. Those last fifteen minutes seemed to tick by and it was actually painful to sit there and wait. But then he saw her.
Dressed in a denim skirt with black leggings and a striped shirt she was easily the most beautiful person in the whole airport. She was speaking, and looked slightly harried. She was also talking to some guy, Eli thought he looked familiar, but he couldn't pinpoint where. He was just so happy to see her that he almost didn't feel jealous when he saw his hand rest on her shoulder. Almost. She moved closer but still didn't see him, however her voice came into earshot.
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Declan and Clare had talked all the way home, mostly about nonsense, but here or there something of actual importance came up. He was nice to her, handsome too and they walked off the plane together and stayed side by side as they went to get their checked bags.
"Is Eli picking you up?" Declan asked her. She smiled and her heart started to race.
"Yeah he said he was, oh but what if he doesn't come? What if he forgot? What if there was traffic and he was late but then his phone died so he couldn't text me and now he's not going to show up for another two hours and I'll have no way of knowing…" Clare babbled on and on about all the circumstances that could have happened in the time it took her to fly to New York. Declan placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Then we'll split a car okay?" He told her after she suggested that maybe Eli had gotten beat up by a gang on his way here.
"But what if he comes then because he was simply late and he sees I'm not here!" She practically shrieked.
"I'm not late," the lusty voice of a male tenor said. And Clare's heart stopped. "Turn around Blue eyes, I've been waiting to see you for months now."
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