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Patrick's sister, Amanda, returns from her overseas job after nearly seven years. Amanda still loves Pete, but does he feel the say way after all these years?
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I don’t think I've ever been so excited for a plane to land before. That was the part I hated about flying-- the landing. Something about the way planes bounced and jostled around when the wheels first hit the pavement gives me anxiety. It is always short lived, but I hate it nevertheless.
I threw my carry-on bag over my shoulder and made my way off the plane, weaving around those who were getting their things from the overhead compartments. I couldn't wait to see my brother. It had been just over a year since I’d last seen him. His wedding. I made the trip back for just over twenty four hours before going back to Africa. Being away from my brother continuously for almost seven years was really rough. He wasn't the only person that it was difficult to be away from. But the experiences I had were amazing and I wouldn't trade them for anything. Well, there might be one thing: Pete.
Patrick was waiting for me when I exited the plane. I ran over to my brother and hugged him as tightly as I could.
“Amanda, you’re so tan,” he teased me. We had been rather pale our whole lives, so the fact that I lived in Africa for nearly seven years made a difference.
“You’re so white,” I replied, still hugging him. I took a deep breath before breaking the hug. God, I missed my brother. “How’s Elisa?” His wife was a sweetheart.
“She’s good. She had to work, otherwise she would have been here.” He replied and we began walking to baggage claim. I didn't know her too terribly well, just what I had been able to learn from Skype chats and emails.
“No worries, we have plenty of time to get to know each other now,” I responded. I didn't expect her to take off work just to pick me up at the airport. Patrick was fully capable of doing that alone.
“How are the guys?” I asked Pat, but he knew my ulterior motive.
“They’re good and he’s good.” He answered and I nodded. We chatted about what I’d been up to the last few weeks I was there. I’d gotten another school setup and new teachers trained. I loved my career in early childhood education. When I was offered the position abroad, I was honestly scared to go. The knowledge that I would be helping hundreds, if not thousands, of children get the education they so desperately needed kept me there. Granted, I didn't make much, but my living expenses were all paid for, so I had tons saved up. That and Patrick helped me put money into a savings account here in the states to earn interest. And of course he made contributions. That’s just who he was.
We pulled up to his house and climbed out of the car, grabbing my bags from the trunk. I couldn't wait to get some of my stuff out of storage. I’d lived with very little personal belonging outside of clothing that I couldn't wait to find my own place and decorate it.
“I wonder how long it will take me to get used to the time change,” I questioned.
“Probably a few days. That’s the one thing I always hate about traveling, too,” Pat replied and unlocked the door. We walked in and the house was surprisingly dark for the middle of the day. I felt along the wall by the door, wondering why Patrick didn't turn the lights on himself. When I found the switch, I flipped it on.
“SURPRISE!” The entire room screamed and I covered my mouth in surprise. Everyone I knew was here. My parents, Elisa, a few of my college friends, Joe, his wife Marie, Andy, and Pete. A welcome home banner was hanging on the wall. I smiled at everyone and my eyes started to well up with tears. I smacked Pat’s arm and he just laughed, pulling me into a hug. He knew I was about to cry because I had missed everyone so much.
“Don’t cry sissy,” he requested, using his childhood nickname for me. I pulled away and wiped under my eyes before walking over the greet everyone. I hugged my parents tightly, mom crying, of course.
“You look so beautiful,” Kate gushed, giving me a bear hug. She was my roommate in college and we were inseparable. Even with thousands of miles separating us, she and I Skyped, Facebooked, and whatevered to stay in contact.
“So do you, you old lady,” I teased. She’d just turned 30.
“Shut up,” she scolded playfully. I turned and hugged Elisa, Joe, Marie and Andy. I turned to Pete and smiled.
“Hey Mandy,” he said and hugged me tightly.
“Hey Pete,” I replied. God he smelled like heaven. I can’t believe that after seven years I am still in love with him. He would be the only regret I have.
“I’m glad you’re back,” he whispered.
“Me too.”
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Everyone hung out and ate dinner before leaving. I was honestly so surprised by the welcome. I definitely teared up more than once. Once everyone was gone, Elisa helped me get set up in the guest house. She knew I was a little overwhelmed by everything, so she and Patrick left me to unpack in solitude. My mind was racing with thoughts. Thoughts of Pete.
There had always been something between us, but nothing ever happened till it was too late. I’d known Pete almost as long at Patrick had, and that was simply because Pat introduced us and I went to all Fall Out Boy shows, all the basement gigs and everything. Pete and I used to IM and text constantly, almost like best friends. Then, when I graduated college and got offered the job in Africa, things became serious.
A few days before I left Patrick and Pete threw me a going away party. Towards the end of the party, Pete kissed me. I touched my lips at the memory of his lips on mine. His confession of love for me almost made me stay. We slept together that night, but I still left for Africa. I felt that my job was more important than just what I wanted. Pete understood and knew he’d be busy, too. We knew that a long distance relationship was out of the question, considering I wouldn't even be on the same continent. A country and an ocean separated us.
Shortly after I left, Pete met Ashlee. When that happened, our communication slowed considerably. It was understandable. He was trying to move on, just like I was, but it didn't change the heart break I felt. Just thinking about this, and the time change, wore me out. I fell asleep within seconds of laying down.
I threw my carry-on bag over my shoulder and made my way off the plane, weaving around those who were getting their things from the overhead compartments. I couldn't wait to see my brother. It had been just over a year since I’d last seen him. His wedding. I made the trip back for just over twenty four hours before going back to Africa. Being away from my brother continuously for almost seven years was really rough. He wasn't the only person that it was difficult to be away from. But the experiences I had were amazing and I wouldn't trade them for anything. Well, there might be one thing: Pete.
Patrick was waiting for me when I exited the plane. I ran over to my brother and hugged him as tightly as I could.
“Amanda, you’re so tan,” he teased me. We had been rather pale our whole lives, so the fact that I lived in Africa for nearly seven years made a difference.
“You’re so white,” I replied, still hugging him. I took a deep breath before breaking the hug. God, I missed my brother. “How’s Elisa?” His wife was a sweetheart.
“She’s good. She had to work, otherwise she would have been here.” He replied and we began walking to baggage claim. I didn't know her too terribly well, just what I had been able to learn from Skype chats and emails.
“No worries, we have plenty of time to get to know each other now,” I responded. I didn't expect her to take off work just to pick me up at the airport. Patrick was fully capable of doing that alone.
“How are the guys?” I asked Pat, but he knew my ulterior motive.
“They’re good and he’s good.” He answered and I nodded. We chatted about what I’d been up to the last few weeks I was there. I’d gotten another school setup and new teachers trained. I loved my career in early childhood education. When I was offered the position abroad, I was honestly scared to go. The knowledge that I would be helping hundreds, if not thousands, of children get the education they so desperately needed kept me there. Granted, I didn't make much, but my living expenses were all paid for, so I had tons saved up. That and Patrick helped me put money into a savings account here in the states to earn interest. And of course he made contributions. That’s just who he was.
We pulled up to his house and climbed out of the car, grabbing my bags from the trunk. I couldn't wait to get some of my stuff out of storage. I’d lived with very little personal belonging outside of clothing that I couldn't wait to find my own place and decorate it.
“I wonder how long it will take me to get used to the time change,” I questioned.
“Probably a few days. That’s the one thing I always hate about traveling, too,” Pat replied and unlocked the door. We walked in and the house was surprisingly dark for the middle of the day. I felt along the wall by the door, wondering why Patrick didn't turn the lights on himself. When I found the switch, I flipped it on.
“SURPRISE!” The entire room screamed and I covered my mouth in surprise. Everyone I knew was here. My parents, Elisa, a few of my college friends, Joe, his wife Marie, Andy, and Pete. A welcome home banner was hanging on the wall. I smiled at everyone and my eyes started to well up with tears. I smacked Pat’s arm and he just laughed, pulling me into a hug. He knew I was about to cry because I had missed everyone so much.
“Don’t cry sissy,” he requested, using his childhood nickname for me. I pulled away and wiped under my eyes before walking over the greet everyone. I hugged my parents tightly, mom crying, of course.
“You look so beautiful,” Kate gushed, giving me a bear hug. She was my roommate in college and we were inseparable. Even with thousands of miles separating us, she and I Skyped, Facebooked, and whatevered to stay in contact.
“So do you, you old lady,” I teased. She’d just turned 30.
“Shut up,” she scolded playfully. I turned and hugged Elisa, Joe, Marie and Andy. I turned to Pete and smiled.
“Hey Mandy,” he said and hugged me tightly.
“Hey Pete,” I replied. God he smelled like heaven. I can’t believe that after seven years I am still in love with him. He would be the only regret I have.
“I’m glad you’re back,” he whispered.
“Me too.”
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Everyone hung out and ate dinner before leaving. I was honestly so surprised by the welcome. I definitely teared up more than once. Once everyone was gone, Elisa helped me get set up in the guest house. She knew I was a little overwhelmed by everything, so she and Patrick left me to unpack in solitude. My mind was racing with thoughts. Thoughts of Pete.
There had always been something between us, but nothing ever happened till it was too late. I’d known Pete almost as long at Patrick had, and that was simply because Pat introduced us and I went to all Fall Out Boy shows, all the basement gigs and everything. Pete and I used to IM and text constantly, almost like best friends. Then, when I graduated college and got offered the job in Africa, things became serious.
A few days before I left Patrick and Pete threw me a going away party. Towards the end of the party, Pete kissed me. I touched my lips at the memory of his lips on mine. His confession of love for me almost made me stay. We slept together that night, but I still left for Africa. I felt that my job was more important than just what I wanted. Pete understood and knew he’d be busy, too. We knew that a long distance relationship was out of the question, considering I wouldn't even be on the same continent. A country and an ocean separated us.
Shortly after I left, Pete met Ashlee. When that happened, our communication slowed considerably. It was understandable. He was trying to move on, just like I was, but it didn't change the heart break I felt. Just thinking about this, and the time change, wore me out. I fell asleep within seconds of laying down.
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