Clarke sat in Finn's car as he drove to the airport, a heavy silence looming over them. Finn glanced over at Clarke's perturbed expression and inwardly groaned. After he had apologized for honking obnoxiously outside of her housing complex, he had said that it didn't matter if they were late to her mom's wedding. Frowning at his own stupidity, he turned towards Clarke. "How many times do you want me to say I'm sorry?"
Clarke bit her tongue in an effort to hold back the retort brewing in her mind. Instead, she let out a sigh and turned to observe the traffic. "Once would be nice."
In all honesty, her comment wasn't fair, Clarke knew. She was well aware that Finn had only made the comment about her mom's wedding to try to stem her annoyance at his honking display earlier, but she couldn't help but be offended. Sure, Clarke and Abby had a rocky relationship, but Clarke loved her mom and knew that Abby loved her. She was more than a little insulted.
Finn huffed at Clarke's behavior. He really hadn't meant what he said, and he had apologized. Why did Clarke have to be so stubborn? A song began to play on the radio, making him grin. Clarke never could stay mad at him for long when he sang. "Oh darling! Please forgive me…" he crooned, and sure enough, he saw Clarke's expression soften. Finn's smile widened and he thanked the stars that song played when it did. Tapping his cheek he started teasing Clarke. "Come on, lay one on me."
Clarke laughed and shoved his shoulder playfully. "No! You're driving!"
When they arrived at the parking lot to the airport, Finn started arranging the luggage and tying several bags together with rope. Clarke wondered why it took him so long to tie a knot, but if the childhood knot-tying chant is any indication, she suspected he forgot how. Clarke hugged her sweater around her body as a cool breeze played with her hair. She glanced at her watch and sighed, 3:54 pm. She's trying to be patient, but after the late start and traffic they hit on the way to the airport, they have approximately fifteen minutes before their flight begins boarding. Clarke silently said a prayer of thanks that she had the foresight to pre-check-in their luggage. Glancing back at Finn still struggling with the luggage, she sent up another prayer, only this one is asking for patience.
"Maybe if you loop it arou-"
"Clarke! Please!" Finn snapped. Clarke looked sharply at her boyfriend. What is it with men thinking that they can do everything all on their own? Her musings were interrupted by the ringing of a cell phone. Finn stopped trying to tie the rope and looked at Clarke incredulously. "Is that your cell phone?"
Clarke silently cursed Monroe for changing her ringtone in the first place, then herself for not changing it back. "Oh, it's my brother." She said more to herself than Finn, since he had already turned back to his rope. "Hey, Wick. What's up?"
"Hey sister-of-mine! What time are you coming in?"
Despite initially being glad to hear Wick's voice, she rolled her eyes in annoyance. She had called Kane—her mother's fiancé—this morning, telling him what time to expect her, and had emailed Abby her flight itinerary the day before. "Are you serious?"
"Hey, don't get mad at me. Mom asked me to triple check. You know how she is."
"You couldn't have just pretended to have spoken to me? Raven knows what time I'm flying in, you could have asked her."
"Nah, Mom's too smart for me to one-up her like that without her finding out. So humor a guy and tell me what time you land."
Clarke sighed. It was true; Wick never could keep a secret from Abigail Griffin. "Midnight. For what better be the last time, I land in Columbus at midnight."
"Clarke, do you have a knife or something?" Clarke's conversation was interrupted by Finn's question.
"No. Why would I bring a knife to the airport?" Clarke questioned.
"Wait, your mystery man wants you to bring a knife to the airport? Call 911, he's a terrorist." Wick joked over the phone
"Yeah," Clarke dead-paned, "He's terrifying."
Wick hummed over the phone and changed the subject. "Have you seen Bellamy?"
Clark replied shaking her head. "Nope, haven't seen him. Try him on his cell. I gotta go." Hanging up she ignored Wick's protests. Looking at the time on her screen before putting it in her pocket, she lets out a grunt of frustration. 4:06 pm. If Finn doesn't hurry up, they're going to miss their flight.
Bellamy sat at the bar in the restaurant just outside of his gate completely Mel-less, sipping his beer and occasionally munching on the pretzel sticks in the basket in front of him. He grimaced at how his break-up with Mel had gone down, and although it was messy, he was incessantly glad he had ended things with Mel when he did. Mel was a sweet girl, but not the girl for him. He hoped that she found someone who was ready to settle down and start a family, just like she wanted, but he was not that man. Bellamy chuckled. His family hadn't known he was planning on bringing anyone with him to Abby's wedding. At least now he wouldn't have to explain why he arrived date-less.
His cell phone began to ring and he pulled it out, a slight smile tweaking his lips when he saw Wick's name on the screen. "Hey Wick."
"Well I don't like how the Blue Jackets are playing either."
Bellamy grinned sheepishly at his friend's words. Both he and Wick had played hockey all throughout their youth, and Bellamy had even gotten a full-ride hockey scholarship to Ohio State University. "I'm sorry man. It's been a rough day." At Wick's snort, Bellamy continued. "I'll tell you about it when I get to Columbus."
"I can't wait," came Wick's amused reply. "Have you seen Clarke yet? I'm dying to see her mystery man."
Bellamy looked up from the bar in front of him and scanned the seats at his gate. "Nope. No sign of Clarke." Turning back toward the bar, Bellamy's gaze landed on a newcomer approaching the bar. "But something did just pop up on the radar."
Bellamy took a moment to appreciate the woman at the bar. Long auburn hair, pretty hazel eyes, and long legs. It struck him odd that someone would wear a white cocktail dress to the airport, but it gave him a nice view of her chest and ass , so he wasn't going to complain. And if the looks of approval from the other men in the bar are any indication, neither would anyone else. Wick's voice of protest brought him out of his perusal and drew his attention back to his cell.
"Bellamy no! You have to get on this plane; it's my mom's wedding at your parents' house."
Bellamy chuckled. "Wick relax. My flight's been delayed."
"How long?" came Wick's slightly distressed voice
"Three hours." Bellamy truthfully responds. In all honesty, he was more than annoyed when he found out how long the delay was, but as he glanced back at the woman flirting with the bartender, he'd be lying if he said he still was.
"Damn. How hot is she?"
Bellamy ended the call in response and walked over to the woman at the bar.
After Clarke ended her call with Wick, she turned back to Finn, only to find him still struggling with the rope. While she understood that tying the luggage together would save them time in the long run when they reached Columbus, it wouldn't do them any good if they missed their flight now. She was just about to open her mouth and tell him so, when another voice cut through the air.
"Finn?"
Finn looked up from his rope and paled slightly. "Jasper! Hey! What are you doing here?"
The man Finn called Jasper shrugged. "Just dropping off Maya's mom."
Finn nodded. "By yourself?" At the sound of a woman's exclamation, however, he gulped and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Is that Finn?"
"Yeah, it's me alright." Finn wearily replied.
The woman looked pleased with herself and smiled. "I thought that was you."
Clarke glanced questionably at her boyfriend. If these people were his friends, why was he acting so strange? Even when meeting people he didn't know, or like for that matter, Finn was the sweetest and most friendly human being Clarke had met. Ignoring his peculiar attitude, she introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Clarke."
The woman looked sharply at Clarke, her smile faltering. "Maya. And this is my husband, Jasper."
Recognition dawned on her and she exclaimed, "Oh, you guys are Jasper and Maya! It's so good to finally meet you!"
Something akin to nervousness settled over Jaspers features. "Um, you too. Honey, we should probably go..."
Maya shook her head. "No, hold on a second." She said as she walked up to Clarke. "Are you a friend of Keenan's?
Clarke cocked her head to the side, confused. "Who's Keenan?"
Maya regarded Clarke carefully before responding coldly, "Finn's wife."
A/N: Ha! I finally posted the second chapter. Hopefully the next update wont take as long. I had this chapter all written up, but then this thing I call "LIFE" got in my way...
The next chapter is already written, I just have to edit it. Leave me a comment and let me know what you think; constructive criticism is always appreciated :)