AN~ So, the last chapter of You Are Now Exiting Dreamland (But no worries, I've already got an idea for the next story :). I give my thanks to every one who read this story, and another thanks to everyone who reviewed/added this to alert/favorites list. This chap will be divided into Styxx's POV, Nyx's POV, and Ray's POV.
What about now?
What about today?
What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love never went away?
What if it's lost behind words we could never find?
Baby, before it's too late,
What about now?
~"What About Now" - Daughtry
Styxx
I was standing at the front door of the mansion, looking down the main hallway that split into the grand staircase, and the hallway to the ball room. Halfway down the main hallway was a decorative white washed door, the Professor's study, and directly to my left was the rec. room. I knew halfway down the hall that the staircase led to was the room I shared with Nyx. Somewhere past the hallways I heard the old grandfather clock strike six o'clock. I saw Thos and Nyx walk down the hall from the kitchen, Professor was behind them.
"Ready?" Thos asked, his duffel bag over his shoulder and guitar case in hand. I nodded, picking up my own suitcase and tightening my grip on my black backpack.
"I'll see you in two months, Professor." I said, waving at him.
"I will see you too." He said back. I turned to Nyx.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," she said back. She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around me. I set down my suitcase and hugged her back. I'd miss her a lot.
"You're coming to the airport with us, right?" I asked.
"'Course." she said, letting me go. I smiled as she reached out and took my guitar by the handle as I picked my suitcase back up. I turned one last time, to look around the mansion. I guess Ray had better things to do than say good-bye.
As a trio, Nyx, Thos and I walked out the front door and over to the garage. We put out things into the bed of Thos' red Ford truck and then climbed in.
Nyx
I watched as Thos turned the keys in the ignition and the engine started with a rumble. We were off to the airport, the cab of the truck drown in silence. For the life of me I couldn't think of a thing to say. Sure, a few lines crossed my mind, like:
"SO, how about them Mets?" or "Why did the chicken cross the road?" or "Okay, so three blonde's are in a car. . ." but they were just so . . . cliché.
So we rode in silence. About ten minutes later, I could see the tip of the airport building. And in five minutes, I'd be in that building, watching my twin and my brother fly away to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, and that I'd be alone for about two months. I took a deep breath and remembered, I was the one who chose to stay.
We arrived at the airport with twenty minutes until Styxx's flight took off. We went through security, and waited near the jet way doors, waiting for the voice that would say, "Flight 93 to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, now boarding."
Ray
I woke up when the old grandfather clock downstairs struck six. Today was the day Styxx was leaving. Today was the day she flew to Oklahoma. Today she was leaving at six o'clock. SIX O'CLOCK! I jump out of bed and I'm about to rush down the grand staircase when I notice something- I'm in my underwear. I cuss under my breath about the inconvenience of pants as I run back to my dresser and frantically pull out a pair of jeans and a button up t-shirt.
I know that by the time I get dressed and get downstairs, they'd be gone. That Styxx will have already left for the airport, and I would have missed my chance to say good-bye. I rushed down anyway (fully clothed) and see the empty place at the front door. I barely register the Professor when he says "Good morning" because I'm rushing to the garage. I take the keys to the X-van and I jump into the car without question.
I drove a few miles over the speed limit all the way to the airport, hoping I'd get there in time. I parked the closest I could get and ran in. I rushed as fast as I could through security and looked around for blonde hair. That white-blonde hair that all three of them have.
Styxx
I waited in my seat in the airport lobby, fidgeting every few seconds. I felt like I was making a mistake. Like there was still something I needed to take care of. I tried to ignore the feeling, but it only got bigger. I finally couldn't take it any more and I jumped out of my seat and started to pace. Here there was no running away to Look Off Point.
Lets see, I have my cloths. My backpack. My leather bound book. My sliver pen. My iPod. My earphones. My guitar. My sketch pad. Thos. What is it that I'm forgetting? Then I see the orange bangs that haven't been spiked up yet. The crumpled button-up T. The faded jeans. His lost puppy expression.
His eye lock with mine and he smiles. It's not one of those stupid scenes in the movies that make you want to roll your eyes when the guy and the girl rush to each other on the beach and then collapse in the sand, hugging each other. No. We had passed that stage. He walked over to us, and he sheepishly looked at his flip-flops.
"Sorry. Overslept."
"This time I wasn't there to make you omelets." I smiled at him, he smiled back. I could tell he remembered that. Remembered the school morning when he over slept, I made omelets, and then he drove me and Nyx to school. That was the day that this whole thing basically started.
"Yeah." I could tell he was searching for something to say, but he'd never been very good with words. The intercom saved him, though.
"Flight 93 to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, now boarding." it repeated the message again in Spanish, and then again in French.
"Thats me. I guess. . . good-bye." I said. I picked up my suitcase and guitar and followed Thos to the doors.
"Bye, Styxx." I heard Ray whisper.
"I'll see you guys in two months!" Nyx called out in fake happiness. I waved one last time, then slipped down the hallway and out of their sight.
Nyx
I watched as Styxx walked away, watched as she and Thos disappeared out of my sight. I rushed to the window and spotted Styxx's flight easily. Soon I saw two heads of long blonde hair walked into the morning light. Both carrying guitar cases.
"I'll see you in two months." I whisper. I watch them board the plane, and I wait. Soon the doors to the hallway close and the plane is in motion down the runway. I watch as the plane elevates off the ground, the landing gear retracting.
Then it's over. In a few seconds the plane is out of sight, in just a few seconds I'm further away from my twin than ever. I could feel the longing to be at her side again- to be side-kick Nyx. But thats not possible. I sigh and shove my hands into my pockets. I feel a slip of paper in there, I don't remember putting anything in my pocket before we left. I fish it out and read the sloppy writing of Thos:
Take care of your truck.
What? Is he serious? Thos never let anyone but him even touch the steering wheel of his Ford. I flip it over and find a note from Styxx:
He's serious.
I laugh to myself as I head to the parking lot. I can see Ray out of the corner of my eye following behind me. Already I can tell that the next few months are going to be weird. Not a good-weird, not a bad-weird. Just. Plain. Weird.
AN~ thank you all for reading! The next story will be up whenever I get it finished. I'll update once more to tell you that it's up, and I hope you join me.
Thanks for reading!