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He Really Did Care
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Ryan's P.O.V.
The cab driver dropped me off outside the airport. I gave him the money and sped off inside the building, not even waiting for change. There were photographers snapping at me from every angle, but I ignored them point blank. Luckily for me the security men were backing them out the door.
I managed to have a quick sweep of the floor, but no Amanda or Mel in sight. It then hit me; I had no idea where she was going. My only hope was to wonder around aimlessly until I found them. That plan was a sure fail. The building was massive. At least ten times the size of my house. And that was classed as a mansion.
I began to run over the first floor. Everywhere I looked there was no sign of either of them. I just wanted my girls back so badly. Now I'd had them, I couldn't let them go. It would only hurt all of us a lot more than I ever wanted any of us to hurt.
I had to find them.
As I made my way up to the second floor, I was caught up in a mad rush for check-in. Everyone was pushing and shoving and I was piggy in the middle as I tried to make my way forward. I tried to push my way out of the crowd, but that didn't work. It was as if they didn't even notice I was there. In the end, they shoved me out of the crowd and onto my ass. I groaned in pain as I came in contact with the cold, tile floor, hitting my head on the metal railing. That hurt. Badly.
I stood up and dusted myself off. Praying that I didn't get caught up in any more crowds. But it was the best thing ever. As I looked up, a little girl caught my eye. She had long chestnut hair and was wearing the same clothes I had last seen Mel in. There was no doubt it was her. But she was on the floor below. And Amanda was nowhere to be seen. Nothing could stop me now. I started running back down the staircase and over to where I'd seen Mel.
But I got stopped...by security.
"Excuse me, sir." The man said, his voice instantly telling me that I did not want to mess with him. "There's no running inside the airport."
"Sorry, but I'm in a mad rush to catch my girlfriend before she boards a plane." I explained, hoping he would understand my importance to run.
"That's no excuse." He told me, I gave him a swift nod of my head, still eyeing up Mel over his shoulder (on my tip toes because this guy must have been at least six and a half foot tall). "Go on then!" He half-screamed, moving out the way for me to go past. I couldn't risk running again, so I tried to speed walked my way over.
The closer I got, the wider my smile became. As soon as I reached Mel, I scooped her up in my arms and spun her around. She obviously didn't know it was me because she screamed her head off. My first reaction was to cover her mouth my sweaty palm. She opened her eyes and they met mine. They were the exact same colour as mine. We both stared deeply for a while before I could feel her smiling and removed my hand.
"Ryan!" She cried, wrapping her arms around my neck. I hugged her close before placing her back on the floor because people were starting to stare.
"Where's your mother?" I asked, placing my hand inside my pocket and squeezing the box for good luck.
"In the bathroom." She told me. "What are you doing here?" I could see the happiness and excitement bubbling up inside of her, she was on the verge of jumping up and down and squealing like the little girl she was.
"You don't think I was going to let you go without at least a goodbye, do you?" I meant it as a joke, but I think she thought I was serious. How could I tell? Her face scrunched up and her hand came out. She slapped me hard across the cheek and jaw. "OWW!" I yelled out in pain. She may have been ten, but she had a lethal side. "What was that for?" I asked, rubbing my sore face. But, before Mel could answer me, someone else joined in our conversation.
"Ryan? What are you doing here?" I looked into Amanda's face and smiled. She was definitely the one thing I had needed to see to make my day complete.
"Amanda!" I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her body tight to mine. She reacted by pushing me away, which didn't really take me by surprise.
"Answer my question, Ryan." She said quietly. I could see she had been crying from the redness in her eyes, but she had tried to cover it up. That made want to do what I was about to even more.
Mel's P.O.V.
"Mom!" I whined. I was back in my right mind and wasn't happy about it. Mom had decided to drag me to the airport so she could take us to her cousins who live in Canada. Canada! I hadn't even finished filming the movie. That was the best movie ever and she was all for it in the beginning too. It was all my fault. Why did I ruin everything?
"Mel, hush up!" She barked at me. She was staring up at the flights board, again. She must have checked that thing every five minutes. Even I knew our flight hadn't be cancelled or delayed or anything like that. It was going to go on time. However, I don't think mom knew that. Maybe I should have taught her how to read the flight board.
Instead, I slumped down in the chair I was sitting on. It was really uncomfortable with a rip that had been stitched up, but the foam inside that had gotten out had not been replaced. I was bored out of my mind and mom wasn't giving me any attention. That's what I hate the most. No one paid me any attention anymore. They had when I was filming, but that was it. No one wanted to talk to me, the stupid ten-year-old who wouldn't understand anything that went on in the grown up world. But I would understand if they just gave me a chance to listen.
"Melissa, I'm gonna go use the ladies room. Can I trust you to watch the suitcases for two minutes?" Mom asked, calling me by my full name so I knew she meant business. I looked up and she was pointing to a door not that far away that had a picture that lady with the funny shaped dress on.
"When I get back we'll go through check-in." I nodded my head and she scurried off to use the toilet. Alone and bored. What a combination. I decided to start playing a game by myself. I watched all the passers-by and guessed what their names were.
"He's a Steve. You can see it in his eyes." I told myself.
"She's a...Monica? No. A Trisha." The people sitting on the seats by me started giving me funny looks. What did they know?
"Ooooh he's definitely a Leo, and a cute one at that." I said, eyeing up a blonde guy not too far away from where I was sitting. But then he went through the gateway and was gone from my life. Dang it!
My game went on for far too long. I started getting bored and starting making up stupid names. I mean, how many Salamanders' do you know?
I really don't know what mom was doing in the bathroom. Maybe she fell in. I was lost in my train of thought and didn't even realize who was approaching me. Before I knew it, I had been lifted off my feet and was being squished super hard. I screamed my head off before the guy clapped his hand over my mouth to shut me up.
"Mel, it's me!" He said. I opened my eyes and found myself staring into the honey-brown eyes I wanted to be looking at. "Ryan!" I yelped, tightening my arms around his neck. He'd come after us. He really did care for me and, maybe, mom.
"Where's your mother?" He asked, placing me back on the floor.
"In the bathroom." I told him. "What are you doing here?" I was over the moon excited. If anyone could talk mom out of leaving, it was Ryan. He just had that way about him that made mom look like she was made of jelly and needed Ryan to help hold her up. This was obviously wrong because ten years alone with me definitely made sure that she didn't need anyone to help her.
"You don't think I was going to let you go without at least a goodbye, do you?" My heart sank. He only wanted to say goodbye. At that moment a rage inside me build up and I lashed out because of it. I slapped Ryan right across the face. "OWW!" He exclaimed. "What was that for?" I never got to answer his question (and a good thing because I had no idea how I was going to explain my lethal thoughts to Ryan) because mom showed up just in time.
"Ryan? What are you doing here?" She'd been crying and tried to cover it up with make-up. So I guess she hadn't fallen in after all.
"Amanda." Ryan wrapped his arms around mom and hugged her tightly. She only pushed him away.
"Answer my question, Ryan." She whispered, her voice was hoarse from all the crying. Ryan didn't answer her question. Instead, he got down on one knee and pulled a little black box out from his pocket. I heard a faint gasp escape mom's lips as she realized was going on.
"Amanda Lee McKenna. I love you. I have loved you since the first day we met. I don't want you to leave my life anymore. I want to always be there for you, for Mel and for our new little baby. So, will you do me the honour of being my wife?" Mom's eyes had teared over. She couldn't speak properly, so she gave an enthusiastic nod instead. Ryan jumped to his feet, picked mom up and spun her around. Everyone who had seen was clapping for the two of them and snapping pictures.
And me? I was jumping up and down on the airport chairs, dancing to the music in my head. We were finally going to be a family.
The cab driver dropped me off outside the airport. I gave him the money and sped off inside the building, not even waiting for change. There were photographers snapping at me from every angle, but I ignored them point blank. Luckily for me the security men were backing them out the door.
I managed to have a quick sweep of the floor, but no Amanda or Mel in sight. It then hit me; I had no idea where she was going. My only hope was to wonder around aimlessly until I found them. That plan was a sure fail. The building was massive. At least ten times the size of my house. And that was classed as a mansion.
I began to run over the first floor. Everywhere I looked there was no sign of either of them. I just wanted my girls back so badly. Now I'd had them, I couldn't let them go. It would only hurt all of us a lot more than I ever wanted any of us to hurt.
I had to find them.
As I made my way up to the second floor, I was caught up in a mad rush for check-in. Everyone was pushing and shoving and I was piggy in the middle as I tried to make my way forward. I tried to push my way out of the crowd, but that didn't work. It was as if they didn't even notice I was there. In the end, they shoved me out of the crowd and onto my ass. I groaned in pain as I came in contact with the cold, tile floor, hitting my head on the metal railing. That hurt. Badly.
I stood up and dusted myself off. Praying that I didn't get caught up in any more crowds. But it was the best thing ever. As I looked up, a little girl caught my eye. She had long chestnut hair and was wearing the same clothes I had last seen Mel in. There was no doubt it was her. But she was on the floor below. And Amanda was nowhere to be seen. Nothing could stop me now. I started running back down the staircase and over to where I'd seen Mel.
But I got stopped...by security.
"Excuse me, sir." The man said, his voice instantly telling me that I did not want to mess with him. "There's no running inside the airport."
"Sorry, but I'm in a mad rush to catch my girlfriend before she boards a plane." I explained, hoping he would understand my importance to run.
"That's no excuse." He told me, I gave him a swift nod of my head, still eyeing up Mel over his shoulder (on my tip toes because this guy must have been at least six and a half foot tall). "Go on then!" He half-screamed, moving out the way for me to go past. I couldn't risk running again, so I tried to speed walked my way over.
The closer I got, the wider my smile became. As soon as I reached Mel, I scooped her up in my arms and spun her around. She obviously didn't know it was me because she screamed her head off. My first reaction was to cover her mouth my sweaty palm. She opened her eyes and they met mine. They were the exact same colour as mine. We both stared deeply for a while before I could feel her smiling and removed my hand.
"Ryan!" She cried, wrapping her arms around my neck. I hugged her close before placing her back on the floor because people were starting to stare.
"Where's your mother?" I asked, placing my hand inside my pocket and squeezing the box for good luck.
"In the bathroom." She told me. "What are you doing here?" I could see the happiness and excitement bubbling up inside of her, she was on the verge of jumping up and down and squealing like the little girl she was.
"You don't think I was going to let you go without at least a goodbye, do you?" I meant it as a joke, but I think she thought I was serious. How could I tell? Her face scrunched up and her hand came out. She slapped me hard across the cheek and jaw. "OWW!" I yelled out in pain. She may have been ten, but she had a lethal side. "What was that for?" I asked, rubbing my sore face. But, before Mel could answer me, someone else joined in our conversation.
"Ryan? What are you doing here?" I looked into Amanda's face and smiled. She was definitely the one thing I had needed to see to make my day complete.
"Amanda!" I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her body tight to mine. She reacted by pushing me away, which didn't really take me by surprise.
"Answer my question, Ryan." She said quietly. I could see she had been crying from the redness in her eyes, but she had tried to cover it up. That made want to do what I was about to even more.
Mel's P.O.V.
"Mom!" I whined. I was back in my right mind and wasn't happy about it. Mom had decided to drag me to the airport so she could take us to her cousins who live in Canada. Canada! I hadn't even finished filming the movie. That was the best movie ever and she was all for it in the beginning too. It was all my fault. Why did I ruin everything?
"Mel, hush up!" She barked at me. She was staring up at the flights board, again. She must have checked that thing every five minutes. Even I knew our flight hadn't be cancelled or delayed or anything like that. It was going to go on time. However, I don't think mom knew that. Maybe I should have taught her how to read the flight board.
Instead, I slumped down in the chair I was sitting on. It was really uncomfortable with a rip that had been stitched up, but the foam inside that had gotten out had not been replaced. I was bored out of my mind and mom wasn't giving me any attention. That's what I hate the most. No one paid me any attention anymore. They had when I was filming, but that was it. No one wanted to talk to me, the stupid ten-year-old who wouldn't understand anything that went on in the grown up world. But I would understand if they just gave me a chance to listen.
"Melissa, I'm gonna go use the ladies room. Can I trust you to watch the suitcases for two minutes?" Mom asked, calling me by my full name so I knew she meant business. I looked up and she was pointing to a door not that far away that had a picture that lady with the funny shaped dress on.
"When I get back we'll go through check-in." I nodded my head and she scurried off to use the toilet. Alone and bored. What a combination. I decided to start playing a game by myself. I watched all the passers-by and guessed what their names were.
"He's a Steve. You can see it in his eyes." I told myself.
"She's a...Monica? No. A Trisha." The people sitting on the seats by me started giving me funny looks. What did they know?
"Ooooh he's definitely a Leo, and a cute one at that." I said, eyeing up a blonde guy not too far away from where I was sitting. But then he went through the gateway and was gone from my life. Dang it!
My game went on for far too long. I started getting bored and starting making up stupid names. I mean, how many Salamanders' do you know?
I really don't know what mom was doing in the bathroom. Maybe she fell in. I was lost in my train of thought and didn't even realize who was approaching me. Before I knew it, I had been lifted off my feet and was being squished super hard. I screamed my head off before the guy clapped his hand over my mouth to shut me up.
"Mel, it's me!" He said. I opened my eyes and found myself staring into the honey-brown eyes I wanted to be looking at. "Ryan!" I yelped, tightening my arms around his neck. He'd come after us. He really did care for me and, maybe, mom.
"Where's your mother?" He asked, placing me back on the floor.
"In the bathroom." I told him. "What are you doing here?" I was over the moon excited. If anyone could talk mom out of leaving, it was Ryan. He just had that way about him that made mom look like she was made of jelly and needed Ryan to help hold her up. This was obviously wrong because ten years alone with me definitely made sure that she didn't need anyone to help her.
"You don't think I was going to let you go without at least a goodbye, do you?" My heart sank. He only wanted to say goodbye. At that moment a rage inside me build up and I lashed out because of it. I slapped Ryan right across the face. "OWW!" He exclaimed. "What was that for?" I never got to answer his question (and a good thing because I had no idea how I was going to explain my lethal thoughts to Ryan) because mom showed up just in time.
"Ryan? What are you doing here?" She'd been crying and tried to cover it up with make-up. So I guess she hadn't fallen in after all.
"Amanda." Ryan wrapped his arms around mom and hugged her tightly. She only pushed him away.
"Answer my question, Ryan." She whispered, her voice was hoarse from all the crying. Ryan didn't answer her question. Instead, he got down on one knee and pulled a little black box out from his pocket. I heard a faint gasp escape mom's lips as she realized was going on.
"Amanda Lee McKenna. I love you. I have loved you since the first day we met. I don't want you to leave my life anymore. I want to always be there for you, for Mel and for our new little baby. So, will you do me the honour of being my wife?" Mom's eyes had teared over. She couldn't speak properly, so she gave an enthusiastic nod instead. Ryan jumped to his feet, picked mom up and spun her around. Everyone who had seen was clapping for the two of them and snapping pictures.
And me? I was jumping up and down on the airport chairs, dancing to the music in my head. We were finally going to be a family.
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