I'm so sorry this is late! I've been trying to edit and get it up, by my computer kept eating it, than FF wouldn't let me upload it for some reason, and ...... BLARG! But it's here and I truly love this story and I had a blast writing it. Much Luff to: AshleyBabe86, mcrluvr101 and fairytink101 for your guyses reviews! Review are like crack to authors! Anyway, thank to everyone of reading and faving. 3
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The sky passed as I looked out the window of the passenger plane. I was already feeling airsick, but Cater had fallen asleep on my left shoulder, snoring quietly. I watched the clouds wandering by as we soared above them. I popped a peanut into my mouth and hummed along to the song playing on my I-pod. I glanced down at my phone, its was 8pm, we had just taken off and it was 8 hour flight. Carter re-adjusted himself and yawned.
His eyes fluttered open, they looked glazed over with sleep and he smiled. I smiled back, he was the most selfless person I know. I remember him telling me that he was saving up his vacation time for a trip to Florida with his soon-to-be husband; he chose to take me to Ireland instead. How many people will do that?
I flagged down the flight attendant for another pillow, if I was going to be above the ocean for 3 hours, I wanted to be comfy.
"We're going to Ireland!" He said half asleep, rubbing his eye.
"Yes we are." I ran my fingers through his shaggy brown hair that so perfectly framed his face.
"Are you glad?" His eyes closed as our hushed conversation continued.
Was I glad? I was scared shit-less! The last time I saw Randy he told me I would never see him again, now I was traveling across the world to see him.
"Of course,"
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I woke up abruptly to the sound of the pilot speaking over the intercom to announce our landing. I blinked my eyes open, yawning. I stretched my arms out and looked over at the sleeping male.
"Hey Carter," I nudged him, releasing a groan from his mouth. I ended up carrying him and our carry-ons out of the plane and into the terminal. I dropped the bag off in front of a bench and set the sleeping man on my lap as I sat down.
About 5 minutes he sat up, leaning his head on my chest. He mumbled to me, mewling and making silly sounds. His eyes focused on me, I watched his pupils adjust. He looked around, still sleepy.
"Where are we?" He asked, sounding a little more conscious, "We were on a plane..."
"Yeah, they said we had to get off if we weren't going to Paris." I rested my chin on the top of his head. He jumped up, and in one swift motion, picked up all the bags and hauled ass to the luggage claim. So much for jet-lag...
"Come on!" He yelled
I took off after him ,not bothering to ask him to walk through the large groups of people. I caught up to him and we raced down the terminal, but stopped to properly enjoy the moving sidewalk. Carter squealed all the way along it.
I took his hand to ensure his speed would be appropriate for the remainder of the walk. I pretended not to see the looks we were getting from people
I watched Carter moving his head in time with the moving luggage rack. And he jumped up and screamed when his pink Hello Kitty luggage set came around. He ponced on it, I had to pull him off the conveyor belt so he wouldn't get carried away. I watched for mine but it didn't appear to be there, great.
Carter sat on the floor with his bags looking sadly up at me,
"Dwayne? Where's your stuff?" I shrugged, watching one more cycle for my navy blue luggage set (my mother got the sets for us for Christmas) I sighed when the second cycle was fruitless also, I would have to go to the *gulp* service desk.
The line was surprisingly short, but this did nothing for my expectations of 'hell on earth'.
"Carter, go to the hotel, I'll meat you there."
"You sure? I don't' want to leave you here alone..."
"Yeah it's fine, I'll catch a cab." He embraced me an kissed me on the cheek. A sad smile was shot my way before he left, walking somberly to the front door.
Once I hit the front of the line, I walked gingerly up to the counter where a young, brunette woman sat, looking less than enthused with her job.
"Hello, how may I help you?" Her voice read off like a machine.
"Yes, uh, I can't seem o find my luggage."
"May I have a physical description?"
"Uh, yes, it's a navy blue set, 2 bags, with the tags 'Dwayne Mathews'"
She turned around and pointed to the floor behind the counter. There they sat, in all their majesty. Safe and sound.
"Someone claimed them by accident and dropped them off here." She lugged the bags over to me. I promptly thanked her and rushed to leave the airport.
The cold spring air pricked my skin under my jacket as I called up a cab. The streets were empty as the early hours of the morning peaked out from behind the clouds. As the yellow cab approached me, I inhaled the Irish air.
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I stepped into the room to see Carter sitting on the couch of the suite, in the dark, watching television. I heaved my bags into the doorway of the bedroom and plopped down on the couch with him.
"I missed you!" I hugged him, making him whimper. I jumped back, seeing tears on his face, streaking downward.
"Carter!" I cupped his face and placed my other hand on his chest.
"Dwayne!" He cried, weeping into my shoulder.
"Boo? What's wrong?" I stroked his back and held him tightly.
"It's Jacob! He got into a car accident," His voice muffled by the fabric.
"Oh my god, Carter! I'm so sorry! Is he OK?"
He pulled back, wiping his eyes and nodding, "But I'm not there! He called me after I left the airport from the hospital. He get 6 stitches."
"Do you wanna go back, Cart? I can stay here,"
"He said I should stay, he's alright and he wants me to have fun."
That's so like him. Jacob and I have met a couple times and he's the nicest guy you will ever meet. I was unbelievably happy when they met. Carter needed someone who would be as sensitive and he was.
I nodded and continued holding him until he fell asleep on my chest. His whimpering subsided as he slept. The early morning light shone through the curtains; I looked over at the t.v. It played some Irish show with people running around screaming things I couldn't understand. I guess the US and Ireland aren't that different...
Wow... that was shorter than I thought it was :'( But never fear! Randy will appear in the next chapter! Hold on to your panties people! Things are about to get interesting!
XOXO
