The next morning, I went downstairs for a quick breakfast.
"Morning!" Cynthia said with a smile.
"Good morning" I said back.
"Well, today's the day you get to go home!" She said excitedly. I smiled with happiness.
"I sure hope you've got a nice outfit to wear today!"
Cynthia was always the most girly woman I had ever met.
"Outfit?" I asked.
"Yeah, you know, so you come back home looking fabulous. I think I know just the thing!" she said as she ran into her room, searching through piles of clothes in her closet.
"Ah! Here it is!" She exclaimed.
She pulled out a blue, knee length cocktail dress with one, sequined sleeve.
"Try it on, try it on!" she said while shoving me into the bathroom.
I shyly came out with it on. She gasped.
"Don't you think it's too much just to wear to the airport?" I asked while examining myself in the mirror.
"Too much?!" she practically yelled. "I have the perfect shoes too!" Then again ramaging through her closet. She brought out blue, leather pumps.
"Heels too?" I asked.
"Of course!" She said. I went along with it.
After she insistently curled my hair, and applied my make-up, she stood back and admired her masterpiece. I thanked her for lending me the dress and shoes.
I looked at my watch "Oh my! I'm gonna miss my flight!" I stressed.
We jumped into the car and quickly drove to the airport. I gave her a fast hug and boarded the plane. As soon as the plane landed, my heart began to beat fast. It was the first time that I had seen everybody for two months.
"What if the boys aren't waiting at the airport?" "What if they don't even what me to come back at all?" As these thoughts crossed my mind, I grabbed my bag from above me and began to exit the plane.
I could hardly wait to be reunited with everyone. As soon as I got off the plane, I searched around to find somebody, anybody who I knew.
When I couldn't see anyone, I went around the corner, only to find my parents standing there with a bouquet of flowers, and a mini 'Welcome Home' sign. I ran over and gave them a hug.
"Did ya tell the lads I was arriving today?" I asked in disappointment they were nowhere to be found.
"Yeah, and they were really excited about it.. sorry they aren't here, sweetie." Said Mom.
I forced a grin and nodded.
"Let's go get your bags" Dad advised.
As the conveyor belt rotated hundreds of suitcases, I kept an eye out for mine, which was bright blue, and hard to miss.
"There it is!" exclaimed my dad and brushed through the crowd to grab it.
Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"'scuse me, Miss. Could ya tell us where the loo is?"
The biggest smile appeared on my face as I turned around to find all four boys standing there with smiles. I jumped into all of their arms and hugged them.
"'Ello, luv" Paul said while squeezing me tight, and giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"We almost didn't recognize ya with yer fancy clothes and cuhly hair" John claimed as I wrapped my arms around his torso to hug him.
"I know ya missed me most, 'cause I'm yer favorite" said a cheeky John.
I slapped his arm and he let out a small yelp of pain.
"I know you missed the spontaneous slapping" I said sarcastically while looking over my shoulder as I leaned in to hug Ringo.
"Boy, we sure did miss ya, luv" said a smiling Ringo.
"I can't even tell you how much I missed you guys" I said as George and I hugged.
"We missed you too, which is why -" George was interrupted by Paul.
"We're throwin' ya a do tonight at me 'ouse!" he said excitedly. I lit up.
"Everybody's gonna be there, Pete, Brian, Stu, Eric.. everyone!"
"Thanks, lads!" I said. "I guess I'm already dressed for it, need me to bring anything?" I asked.
"Just yer beautiful self!" Paul said with a glimmer in his hazel eyes.
"Wha' a pretty boy 'e is. Let's go Paul McCharmly... see ya at the do tonight, luv" Said John.
"See you then!" I said back.
They waved and drove off to prepare for the company.
I drove back home with my parents. As I brought my bags inside my house that I had been away from for two whole months, I found myself grinning. "Home" I thought. What a wonderful feeling to be back home.
I unpacked my things and talked for a while with my parents about the trip.
I eventually left for Paul's house. When I arrived, I could already tell from outside that everybody
was having a fun time.
When I walked in, I felt like a magnet. Everybody came up to me asking how my trip was and how I was doing.
"Ay! Excuse me!" I heard Paul trying to find his way through the crowd of people. When he finally made it out, he grabbed my hand and brought me away from the mob, who actually started talking amongst themselves, and soon forgot all about my trip.
"Goodness, woman, I thought you might 'ave been killed by all the people" Paul said before taking a sip of his coke.
"I know, I thought for sure I was going to die" I said with a smile.
"Listen, luv, I was gonna tell ya that I'm really sorry 'bout yer grandma passing away and all.. I know she was pretty special to yer family" he said with sympathy.
"That's nice of you, Paulie. I did really love her..." I stopped and looked down at my cup while I circled the rim of the glass with my finger. The last thing I wanted to do was cry at this party of celebration.
Paul gently grabbed my shoulders.
"Look at me" he softly demanded. "It's okay tah feel sad an' broken... I'm here for ya.. okay?" he said with a smile.
A tear rolled down my face, and he quickly wiped it away.
"Okay?" he asked again. I nodded and hugged him.
Just then John came up.
"Yer not gettin' all wishy washy ah ya?" he asked.
"Course not" I responded.
"Good. Now let's get on with the night" he said while raising his glass.
BTW: Brooke is 20, Paul is 20, George is 19, John is 22 as is Ringo.
Is anybody reading this story?...
