I do not own Willow or the characters this story is for fun and I don't make a cent off of it.
Okay, so this chapter is told from the third person and is about Guy and his thoughts. I'll admit that it's a little slow but It'll lead to faster paced chapters.
Hope you guys enjoy.
The airport was crowded with people swarming around like ants on candy. Children were screaming and crying furiously as several parents waited to get on a delayed flight.
Guy had just gotten off of his plane. His head was throbbing in pain due to the sudden change of pressure. His teeth were grinding due to the continued irritation of a long stressful flight and finding himself to a crowded L.A. airport.
He lets out a long breath, not a breath in relief but rather a breath to calm his nerves.
Guy looked down at his phone. His mind was still heavy on Willow and her situation. He wanted to be with her, he didn't want to be half way across the country while she dealt with one of the toughest moments in her life.
He would have stayed home if given the chance. Hell the only reason that he's even in L.A. is because his parents wanted him to go to University of Southern California. He got a full paid scholarship that he didn't want. The only reason he even applied was because his parents talked him into it.
The fact that he had to leave Willow- the one girl he truly loved- killed him. They had been through so much together.
For her to open up to him about her problems, about her cutting, and how their lives changed because of it meant everything to him. For him to be in L.A. instead of being with Willow makes him feel like he's running out on her. He feels like he abandoned her.
He lets out another long breath.
"Okay, let's find my bags," he said quietly to himself.
Guy waited two hours for a cab shortly after grabbing his luggage.
Wait for a cab in L.A. traffic… Real smart Guy, he thought to himself.
A yellow cab pulls up and Guy puts his luggage in the trunk. He gets into the cab.
The cab driver was a skinny man. His certified taxi license said that his name was Mike Smith. Guy looked at the license and then looked at the cab driver.
"Where to?" said the Mike.
"University of Southern California."
The cab started to move quickly. Guy looked out the window; he faded into deep thought thinking about what he would do if he was with Willow.
Other thoughts popped into his head as well like, What if this makes her hurt herself again? No! No, I have to have more faith in her.
Guy clears his head.
"So how long will it be until we get there?" Guy asked the driver.
"I don't know, traffic is a bit crazy today, it might be a few hours."
"What?"
"Yeah a few hours."
Guy's eyes open wide in surprise. He hadn't expected to be in traffic that long.
"Yeah, I was once stuck in traffic for six hours straight. It really sucked, my radio was out and it was hot as Hell, like over 100 degrees." The driver told Guy.
Guy rested his head on the window. One more thought popped in his head, and this one really shook him to his core.
I wonder if Willow will wait for me.