Disclaimer: Do we honestly have to put these things on every chapter?? W/e. It's not mine.
A/N: Ok, this one is what's happening while Charlie is coming to get Sarah. And, this one has a few more words. I'm sorry, I've just been realllllly busy lately, and i haven't had much time. But thank you, thank you, thank you to those who reviewed!! It really gave me some inspiration to continue! I'll try to get the Elliot angle in soon!
Sarah snapped her phone closed and sat down on a bench that face away from the tracks so that she could see Charlie coming. She looked at her phone for a minute, and then flipped it open and began to type a text message to…yup…you guessed it…Elliot. She didn't know if it would go through or not, because she didn't know if he had changed his phone number, but she figured it was worth a try. She knew he wouldn't recognize her number, because she had gotten a new phone last year for Christmas. The text message read:
Elliot, if you can guess who this is, I'll give you…something the next time I see you, which will probably be soon. Sooner that it's been since I last saw you. We were friends then, I hope we still can be. We'll see. I promise I'm not a stalker or anything. You really did know me.
Sarah hit send and closed her phone. She figured he probably wouldn't be able to guess, which made the soon to be meeting that much sweeter. She got a few butterflies in her stomach, but pushed them away. She was Sarah Baker, Butch. She didn't get those dumb feelings for boys that Lorraine got. Sure, she had had them for Elliot when she was younger, but she was older now, and she hadn't had a crush since Elliot three years ago. She just wanted to be friends, just like she had said. I hope we can be friends again. So there!
She picked her head up from staring at her cell phone in time to see Charlie pull up to the train station and hop out of his car.
She left her bike and backpack near the bench and ran to him, hugging him enthusiastically. He "umfphed" when she ran into him then hugged her back.
"It's been almost a year, hasn't it, Butch?" Charlie hadn't been able to make it home fro Christmas, and Thanksgiving he had been at the Murtaugh's. He had been dating Anne for a few years now, and Sarah knew he was thinking of proposing, so he had wanted to get as close and friendly with her family as possible. Mom had been disappointed, but she had understood that he had wanted to be with Anne. Sarah was the only one to know about Charlie's engagement planning, and it had been an accident that she had found out.
"Yeah, I guess it has been… I've missed you," she replied.
"I've missed you, too. Get your stuff into the car and we'll head home."
Sarah ran back to where she had unceremoniously dumped her stuff to the ground and gathered it all up to put in the trunk of Charlie's car, including her bike.
"They let you take that on the train?" Charlie sounded shocked, and amused.
"Yeah, but it's also midnight. There was hardly anyone else on the train, so it wasn't in anyone's way. And I wanted it up here. I have to be able to get to the lake and back when you're at work."
"True. That's good. Get in. While we're driving, we need to talk about some stuff." Charlie sounded nervous, and Sarah wasn't worried about him getting mad for leaving the house. He had almost done it several times himself.
She opened the passenger door of Charlie's car and slid in, waiting for Charlie to get into the drivers seat.