Authors Note: Hey guys, this is my first ever fanfic. I know the chapters
are short and they jump around, but its part of the story. The next few
chapters will jump POV. Sydney's is next.
For all the Vaughn lovers, (I'm one too!) I know he hasn't had much say,
but he is a background character. This is about Emily and Sydney.
**************************************************************************** **************************** When I returned from my drive, the house was quiet. I walked into the kitchen and dropped my keys onto the counter with a loud clunk, trying to express a point.
"Emily!!" my mom squealed, running in to hug me. She didn't even ask if I had passed. She knew. She always knew.
We had discussed the independence of driving and my responsibility. We all knew I didn't need the lecture, but they felt it was their parental duty to give one.
After they had finished, my mom spoke to me privately. She told me something I've contemplated over and over.
"Sorry about this afternoon, but you shouldn't have skipped school and come home so early." She left me with my jaw dropped. I hadn't made any noise when I had come in. As I said before, she always knew.
That was two months ago.
Now I'm sitting in an airport, waiting for my luggage to come down the carousel. Watching a single piece of luggage circle again and again, unwanted.
My parents surprised me with a trip to Los Angeles, California for their wedding anniversary. The surprise was that I was invited.
One of my talents that I am proud of is my ability to predict the outcome of a situation. I can always trust my gut feeling. My hunch has never been wrong. I can foreshadow disaster as well as the ancient Miss Cleo.
My gut is telling me that something is wrong. My perspective is going to be different when I return to LAX in 14 days.
I can see mom and dad, holding hands. They both look stressed and it feels like this airport is bringing back pain, something hidden from years of layers.
I know now that this is the city where my parents met. This is their past, the one that is never discussed.
I wonder why they chose to bring me here now.
**************************************************************************** **************************** When I returned from my drive, the house was quiet. I walked into the kitchen and dropped my keys onto the counter with a loud clunk, trying to express a point.
"Emily!!" my mom squealed, running in to hug me. She didn't even ask if I had passed. She knew. She always knew.
We had discussed the independence of driving and my responsibility. We all knew I didn't need the lecture, but they felt it was their parental duty to give one.
After they had finished, my mom spoke to me privately. She told me something I've contemplated over and over.
"Sorry about this afternoon, but you shouldn't have skipped school and come home so early." She left me with my jaw dropped. I hadn't made any noise when I had come in. As I said before, she always knew.
That was two months ago.
Now I'm sitting in an airport, waiting for my luggage to come down the carousel. Watching a single piece of luggage circle again and again, unwanted.
My parents surprised me with a trip to Los Angeles, California for their wedding anniversary. The surprise was that I was invited.
One of my talents that I am proud of is my ability to predict the outcome of a situation. I can always trust my gut feeling. My hunch has never been wrong. I can foreshadow disaster as well as the ancient Miss Cleo.
My gut is telling me that something is wrong. My perspective is going to be different when I return to LAX in 14 days.
I can see mom and dad, holding hands. They both look stressed and it feels like this airport is bringing back pain, something hidden from years of layers.
I know now that this is the city where my parents met. This is their past, the one that is never discussed.
I wonder why they chose to bring me here now.