"You ok?" mum asked as I watched Jon check in. I shook my head, not daring to speak, smiling weakly as he walked back to us. "That's me all checked in" he said quietly. "Fuck, Jordan, where did we go so wrong?" I let out a huge sob as he pulled me into his arms. "I love you" he whispered. "No matter what, I always will. I'll be back for you Jord, I promise you. I'm gonna keep badgering you until you change your mind. We're meant to be, and this will work." I nodded as he hugged me tight, then suddenly his arms weren't around me anymore. I watched as he hugged mum. "I gotta go" he said, looking towards his departure gate. "Otherwise I'm not going to, and I won't have a job to go back to. Bye guys." I waved as he picked up his bag and walked away quickly, not looking back. "I don't wanna go home yet" I whispered as mum watched me. "Not until he leaves, it doesn't seem right." "Ok" she said quietly. "Come on, let's go get a drink and plane watch." I nodded and followed her to the bar.
"I'll get these" I said, reaching into my bag for my purse. "No!" she yelled, stopping me. "This is on me. Just wait here ok?" I frowned but nodded, finding a table and sitting down. My phone beeped and I grabbed it quickly, hoping for some sort of message from Jon. No such luck. Lisa. "Thinking of you xx" I read. I replied with thanks and put my phone back in my pocket. "Drink this" mum said, putting a large brandy in front of me. "Its good for shock" she reasoned. "Shock?" I asked. "Why am I in shock?" "You're not" she said. "Yet. Open your bag." I frowned at her. "Oh for once just do as you're told Jordan!" she snapped. I opened my bag quickly. "What the...?" I asked, pulling out an envelope. "Open it" she said. I shrugged and did as she said, looking at her quickly when my passport fell into my lap. "Mum?" I asked, pulling out a sheet of paper. "That's your ticket" she said quietly. "I booked you on Jon's flight. I know you're not ready to end things. I can't see you in this state Jordan. Jon doesn't know, this is my Christmas present to you both. It's an open ticket, you've got three months at the most, or you can fly back tomorrow if that's what you want." I stared at her, unable to speak. "That's your flight" she said as we listened to a final call play out over the loudspeaker. "Go. Be with him. Let me know when you land." I got up quickly and threw my arms around her. "I love you" I whispered. She nodded. "Love you too" she said. I smiled and ran off to the departure gate.
My seat was towards the back of the plane, which I was glad about knowing he was at the front. I settled into my seat, looking out of the window for the little time I was awake. The hours passed quickly, and as we got closer to landing I got more nervous. What if he didn't even want me there? As soon as we landed I grabbed my bag, knowing that Jon would be let off the plane first. I watched him walk across the Tarmac slowly, obviously not wanting to be home. "Miss?" the air hostess called. I looked at her quickly. "Go" she whispered, holding the passengers back. I nodded and ran down the steps, waiting until Jon disappeared inside the terminal before taking a deep breath and going in after him.
He was at baggage claim when I finally saw him. He had his back to me, which I was glad about. I took a final look at him, his head down, shoulders slumped, before I walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Excuse me" I said in a real bad American accent. "Sir, do you have a spare shirt I could borrow? Only, I flew half a day to be with the man I love, and I only have the clothes I'm wearing." "No, sorry" he said gruffly without turning around. "Hope it works out for you." "Well" I said, dropping the accent. "Hasn't started off the best, if I'm honest." He froze. "Jordan?" he whispered, finally turning around. I nodded. "So" I said. "About that shirt?" "You're really here?" he whispered, wrapping his arms around me. "Yes"'I said. "And I really don't have any luggage. Mum put the ticket in my bag. This is literally all I have." He looked behind me, grabbing his bag quickly with one hand while keeping the other firmly around me. "Always liked your mum" he said, smiling as he led me out of the airport.
"What are we gonna do, Jon?" I asked as he let me into his apartment. He closed the door behind us and waited for me to sit down before answering. "I don't know" he said warily. "I mean, I'm glad you're here, really I am, but I have work tomorrow, and you have no clothes..." "And you have a shit ton of excuses" I said, standing up and grabbing my bag. "Where are you going?" he asked as I opened the door. "Home, obviously" I said, stepping outside. "Beauty of an open ticket. See you around Ambrose."