Welcome Home
"Hey," I whispered. He looked into my eyes, as if he could see the universe inside of them. He took the bags off my hands and placed them on the floor. All of a sudden he swooped me off the floor and whirled me in circles. We both laughed and our laughs became one beautiful melody.
He led me to his car, and while he placed my bags in the trunk, I took it all in. He was here, with me. He came for me, alone. I missed him drastically, and I wasn't even aware.
We spoke the whole ride to Cousins. It took about 3 hours to get there. He asked me zillions of questions, and I responded as calmly as I could. He told me about his life while I wasn't in it, and I listened apprehensively. My old Con was back, his old self, the one that I love: nerdy and caring.
We arrived at midnight; everyone was waiting. I told them immediately that the plane got delayed, that it wasn't my fault. Everyone laughed, even Mr. Fisher. My mom cooked some snacks while we mingled and chatted. I was happy, everyone was here, even Susannah: she was alive in my heart; I could feel her.
My mom and Steven went home around 2 in the morning, followed by Mr. Fisher and my dad. It was just Con, Jere, and I. Jere was drunk; he was a wreck. Con and I just laughed at his crap, and sent him upstairs to shower and sleep. Con turned the TV on, and we watched it silently. He was sitting on the other side of the couch. Every once in a while I catch him staring at me, and I just smile. It was a bit awkward at first but then he talked to me. The chat got more intense and out of nowhere we were inches away from each other. And that was when the show came back from commercials, and I jumped. He giggled and I don't know why, I laid down on his laps. He started playing with the strands of my hair, until I fell asleep.