Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight
Chapter Four
Each plane ride brings me one step closer to Edward. Excitement makes me temporarily forget my fear of flying, and I actually come to discover that it really isn't that bad. As promised, I call Rosalie every time I land safely in a new state, except for the one stop in Dallas, Texas, where the plane was delayed landing and I had to run across the airport to catch my next flight.
I also texted Edward to keep him up to date, though he assured me that he was watching my landing and departure times online.
I manage to doze for a few hours on the second to last flight, though my sleep was broken.
Finally, late at night, I land in Port Angeles. I want to jump out of my seat and run out of the plane, but I force myself to stay seated through the mad rush to deboard. I was clumsy enough on my own, I didn't need to endanger myself and others by joining in the frenzy.
Once the plane had calmed, I gather my backpack and make my way off the plane and through the terminal before waiting in line for my checked bag to roll through. I spot it quickly. Though I hate the color, the hot pink case stood out amongst the sea of black and brown.
Just got to get through the gate. Just got to get through the gate. Just got to get through the gate.
I squeeze past a group of three leisurely making their way to the front of the airport, nearly running over their toes with my rolling suitcase. I throw a sorry over my shoulder, but I don't stop, I can see the last doorway before I'm in the main lobby, and my heart begins to race.
The doors slide open, a small rush of cool air sweeps the hair away from my face. I glance up to the large crowd of people waiting for loved ones. Some were already embracing each other. My eyes scan over them, searching for copper hair. I come to a stop at the edge of the crowd, out of the way of traffic, as I continue to search.
And then I find what I'm looking for. He stands at the back of the crowd, on his toes, his eyes scanning the people coming through the gate just like I was looking for him. As if he can sense my gaze, his eyes lock onto mine, and a brilliant smile splits his face.
I don't realize I've dropped my stuff on the floor in order to run to him until I am suddenly wrapped up in him, my face pressed into his neck as he lifts my feet off the ground. I breathe him in, desperately trying to memorize how he smells of sandalwood and summer.
"Oh, my God, Bella," he whispers into my ear, his voice breaking. "You're actually here. You're here."
He pulls back to look at me with watery, vibrant green eyes, before he's kissing me. It's a clumsy first kiss, interrupted by sniffles and laughter, and it is absolutely perfect.
A/N: Hey! Hi! Don't worry, I'm still writing My Best Friend. I've got several chapters written and ready to post. This was just a tiny little story that popped into my head, and I wanted to get it down before it ran away. As of now, I consider this little thing complete, but I definitely could add to it if you guys want.