Eleven Months and Nineteen Days
A/N This is random and short and the first thing I've written in months. Enjoy.
She'd found him there one day after school. Eleven months and nineteen days ago she would have bombarded him with questions, but the eleven months and nineteen days they'd been apart had changed her. Now all she did was raise an enquiring eyebrow at him, a smirk creeping onto her face as the door slowly creaked shut behind her.
Eleven months and nineteen days ago he would've searched his mind for an appropriate quote for the situation before speaking. But this time he did neither. Words were overrated. Words couldn't begin to describe how much he'd missed her. So instead he simply gestured to a stool in the cramped DJ booth next to him. She hesitated before sitting next to him, never breaking eye contact.
Eleven months and nineteen days ago the silence would've been awkward. They would've had obligations and obstacles but today he didn't hesitate before filling the space between them. They no longer were in perfect sync with each other. His lips landed mostly on the edge of her mouth but all she did was smile into the kiss as he attempted to shift his position in the seat to accomadate for the newfound angle. Next thing she knew, the edge of a dusty CD cover was digging into her lower back and his hands were in her hair as she fought to keep her balance. In the space of five minutes her world had become just a bit smaller, a little more concentrated. He was one of three billion people on the planet, but he was back in Roscoe and it really didn't matter why or for how long because at the moment he was here and he wasn't making a move to leave.
"So Roscoe's really been that boring without me," he asked after they broke apart, his eyes twinkling as he traced along her jawline with his index finger.
"No," she answered seriously. "It's been different though." He nodded in agreement, dropping his hand to his side, his finger tingling where it had made contact with her skin. It was quiet for a few minutes as they both studied each other comfortably, cateloging both the old and the familiar.
"You guys haven't been here in awhile," he commented as he broke her gaze and surveyed the room. Unlike the girl in front of him it was almost exactly like he'd left it.
"It wasn't...," she trailed off, absentmindedly swiping her finger through the thin layer of dust that had gathered on the table beside her. That must be what was making her tear up.
"The same," he finished after a moment. She just shrugged and wiped her dusty finger on the leg of her jeans.
"It's not going to be the same this time either though. I'm only here for a day. I'm flying out to Houston tommorow."
"Why did you come here then? It's not exactly on the way..."
"I'm really not sure," he paused before continuing, "I think I missed you," he said simply, surprising himself as much as her at the revelation. Again they found themselves leaning forward almost in slow motion.
"I think I missed you too," she whispered barely an inch away from him.
Their second kiss wasn't as awkward as their first but it was slower as if the two of them both knew that once it ended and he was gone again, each day would feel like another eleven months and nineteen days.
Fini.