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SingYourLungsOut
kissbetweenstars
ryanrossISsove
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Chapter 18: Heels Over Head
I've got a first class ticket to a night all alone and a front row seat up right by the phone.
-Boys Like Girls
*
Emi's POV
I took one last look at my room--teal walls devoid of pictures, carpeted floor without clothes strewn over it, bed that was actually made for once. I smiled half-heartedly, reminiscing about all the great memories that took place within those four walls.
Sleepovers with Liv. DanceDanceRevolution championships. Late night movies with Ben. Falling asleep in Pete's arms...
"Em, hurry up, your flight will be leaving in 2 hours," Jasper called.
"Yeah, I'm coming!"
Before carrying my bags downstairs, I pulled a sharpie from my pocket and scribbled Emi was here right above the light switch. Juvenile, I know. Nonetheless, I smiled at my work and took hold of my carry-ons. As I walked down the stairs, it finally hit me. I'm actually moving out.
Ben greeted me at the foot of the stairs. I leaned down and gave him a hug.
"I'm gonna miss you Emi. A lot, a lot, a lot."
"Well I'm gonna miss you even more than that," I said, holding my arms out as wide as I could.
"Don't forget me, okay?"
"That would be impossible."
"Promise you'll write letters and call us?"
"Yes. And once you get a cell phone I'll text you." At this he looked up at my mom.
"We'll see," she said, looking down at him.
"Be good for mommy, okay? Remember that you're man of the house."
"Okay." I gave him one last hug and kissed the top of his head.
"Take care of yourself, Emi."
"I will, Mom. Don't worry."
"It seems that just yesterday you were Ben's age...Now you're a grown woman going to college." She wrapped me into a hug. "I'm so proud of you."
"Thanks, mom." She pulled away and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Be safe, okay?"
"Okay," I nodded. "I love you guys, don't forget that."
All of a sudden, Pharrell came bounding down the hall and jumped on me, setting his paws on my shoulders.
"Aww, boy. I'll miss you too. Be good for mom and don't chew up Ben's homework, okay?" He looked into my eyes then licked my cheek. I wished that I could take him with me, but living on my own would cost a fortune as is. I petted the top of his head, then he climbed down.
"Ready to go?" Jasper asked.
"Ready as I'll ever be." He and Pete took my bags and helped me load them into the car. I hopped into the backseat and buckled myself up.
"Excited about going to California?" Liv asked, sitting in the passenger's side.
"Yeah..."
As we pulled out of the driveway, I looked back through the rear view window. My mom, Ben and Pharrell stood of the porch and quickly faded into the distance. After they disappeared over the horizon, I turned and stared out of my window. This would be the last time I'd see Parker Avenue for a while.
Radio blasting in the background, I thought about what I was leaving behind...I thought about what I was flying towards... Pete gave my hand a reassuring squeeze as I leaned against his shoulder.
Half an hour later, I found myself in the middle of the O'Hare parking lot. I wheeled my luggage out of the trunk and we made our way toward the elevators. Stepping out of the giant metal box, I saw that the airport was packed. Tourists. People connecting to other flights. People leaving. People waiting. People saying goodbye.
*
"This is as far as we can go," Jasper said as we approached the metal detectors separating the drop off area from the terminals.
"I'm gonna miss you, Em." Liv wrapped her arms around me and squeezed the breath of out my lungs.
"I'll miss you more...You too, Jasp." He took his turn squishing me.
"What are we going to do without you?" he asked.
"You'll manage. Just don't forget to send me a wedding invitation." They laughed, then Jasp took Liv's hand into his.
"We won't."
"Before you go, I want you to have this," Liv said. She pulled a binder out of her bag and handed it to me. "Don't open it until you're in the air, though."
"Thank you." I took it and tucked it under my arm.
Liv and Jasper stepped back as Pete approached.
"God, I'm going to miss you," he said, taking my hands into his.
"I'll miss you too, Wentz." It took everything I had to keep from breaking down right there.
As much as I tried to fight it, single tear ran down my cheek. Pete quickly wiped it away and kissed my forehead.
"...I guess this is goodbye."
"Not necessarily," I quietly said, looking down at our hands, intertwined. "If we're meant to be, it'll happen."
By the way my hand fit perfectly into his, I hoped that this wouldn't be the last conversation we'd share. "Consider this more of a 'see you later'."
"Even though I'll see you later, can I kiss you now?" I nodded. He cupped my cheek and pressed his lips against mine.
There was something different about this kiss. It was filled with passion, but also a level of uncertainty. Fear.
Pulling away, he whispered a quiet "I love you," then kissed the side of my mouth.
"I love you, too."
"Flight 206 will begin boarding in 10 minutes," said a voice over the loudspeakers.
"¿Hasta luego?" * he asked. There was a smile on his face, but his eyes told a different story.
"Yo prometo." ** I linked my pinky with his and looked down at our fingers. There was an "X" tattooed on the inside of his finger and an "O" on mine. Young love makes you do crazy things, such as taking spontaneous trips to the tattoo parlor.
We shared one last hug before going our separate ways.
As I took a place in line, many people followed. Passing through the metal detectors, I was hoping that a certain overdramatic boy would come bursting through, saying that he was moving to California with me. But that wasn't going to happen.
I lugged my bags off the x-ray machine and maneuvered them toward gate 5.
"Flight 206 to California, now boarding."
I grabbed my belongings and moved into line. Handing my ticket over, I felt my heart beat faster. I was really leaving.
"Here you go, ma'am. Have a nice flight."
"Thank you."
I quickly found my seat and placed my bags in the overhead compartment. Luckily, I had a seat in the aisle, meaning that I wouldn't have to step over people in order to use the bathroom.
With the binder on my lap, I buckled my seatbelt and waited for take off. While the safety precautions rolled, a part of me thought about grabbing my bag and getting off the plane. However, I quickly extinguished that thought and concentrated on procedures of exiting the plane if it landed in water.
We eventually started moving, and before I knew it, the plane was in the air. I quickly opened the binder and saw a handwritten note.
Emi,
Over the course of our friendship, a lot of things happened. Just in case your memory gets wiped by super sexy extraterrestrials in California, we wanted to make sure that you remembered your Chicago roots.
Love you lots,
Liv & Jasper
Flipping the page, I saw a picture of myself when I was five years old. It was the day that Jasper and I had met. We were standing in front of his house. He was crying and I had an angry look on my face. I had just punched him in the stomach because he made fun on my hair. Now that I think about it, it did look pretty ridiculous. Still, Jasper was out of line when he said that it looked like I "got sucked into a lawnmower."
Underneath the picture there was a caption. From the moment I met you, I knew that you weren't an average girl. - Jasper
On the next page there was a picture of Liv, Jasper and I dressed up as the Three Musketeers for Halloween. Since second grade it's been "all for one and one for all." A couple thousand miles isn't going to change that. - Liv
Next there was a picture of Pharrell asleep in my lap on the first day we had him. Back then, he was only a white ball of fur. Underneath the photo was a messy paw print. Even my dog was in on this.
A picture of me holding a newborn Ben was on the next page. Words could not express how excited I was to have a little brother, and it was apparent in this picture. You're the best sister ever. -Ben
Flipping through the pages memories flooded my mind. 5th grade musicals. Middle school dances. Birthday parties. 8th grade graduation. Trips to Six Flags. Summers hanging out at the pool. Days spent at Navy Pier. Paul and I at homecoming during sophomore year. Me after I got my driver's license. Christmas party. New Year's at Excalibur. High school graduation. Graduation party. Lightsaber war in Joe's basement. These were things that I wouldn't trade for the world.
The last page was the hardest to look at. They were the infamous photo booth pictures Pete and I took at Navy Pier.
In the first picture, our foreheads were touching as we made angry faces at each other.
In the second one, he put his arm around me while I gave him bunny ears.
In the third one, we were looking up and smiling, trying to look innocent.
The last one was the killer: I had my arms around Pete while he cupped my cheek and kissed me.
Underneath it, there was a simple caption: I can be your John Cusack. -Pete
"Shit..." A tear ran down my cheek as I closed the book. "This is going to be a long flight..."
*
Pete's POV
Walking back to the parking lot, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Regret seemed to run through my veins. I let her go...
"DAMNIT!" I kicked the closest object in sight, leaving a nice-sized dent in the driver's side of my car. Spectators in the parking lot hurried their children along while I leaned against a concrete pillar and sank to the ground.
Staring at the cracks in the pavement, I felt like shit. In fact, I felt worse than shit.
She was the best thing that happened to me...
And I let her slip through my fingers.
***
Spanish translations:
*See you later.
**I promise.
*
Yes, I am aware that you guys probably hate me for letting Emi leave. dodges bottles and tomatoes If you REALLY, REALLY want to know what happens next, there's one simple thing you can do.
r e v i e w , y o !
SingYourLungsOut
kissbetweenstars
ryanrossISsove
reviewers > everyone else
Chapter 18: Heels Over Head
I've got a first class ticket to a night all alone and a front row seat up right by the phone.
-Boys Like Girls
*
Emi's POV
I took one last look at my room--teal walls devoid of pictures, carpeted floor without clothes strewn over it, bed that was actually made for once. I smiled half-heartedly, reminiscing about all the great memories that took place within those four walls.
Sleepovers with Liv. DanceDanceRevolution championships. Late night movies with Ben. Falling asleep in Pete's arms...
"Em, hurry up, your flight will be leaving in 2 hours," Jasper called.
"Yeah, I'm coming!"
Before carrying my bags downstairs, I pulled a sharpie from my pocket and scribbled Emi was here right above the light switch. Juvenile, I know. Nonetheless, I smiled at my work and took hold of my carry-ons. As I walked down the stairs, it finally hit me. I'm actually moving out.
Ben greeted me at the foot of the stairs. I leaned down and gave him a hug.
"I'm gonna miss you Emi. A lot, a lot, a lot."
"Well I'm gonna miss you even more than that," I said, holding my arms out as wide as I could.
"Don't forget me, okay?"
"That would be impossible."
"Promise you'll write letters and call us?"
"Yes. And once you get a cell phone I'll text you." At this he looked up at my mom.
"We'll see," she said, looking down at him.
"Be good for mommy, okay? Remember that you're man of the house."
"Okay." I gave him one last hug and kissed the top of his head.
"Take care of yourself, Emi."
"I will, Mom. Don't worry."
"It seems that just yesterday you were Ben's age...Now you're a grown woman going to college." She wrapped me into a hug. "I'm so proud of you."
"Thanks, mom." She pulled away and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Be safe, okay?"
"Okay," I nodded. "I love you guys, don't forget that."
All of a sudden, Pharrell came bounding down the hall and jumped on me, setting his paws on my shoulders.
"Aww, boy. I'll miss you too. Be good for mom and don't chew up Ben's homework, okay?" He looked into my eyes then licked my cheek. I wished that I could take him with me, but living on my own would cost a fortune as is. I petted the top of his head, then he climbed down.
"Ready to go?" Jasper asked.
"Ready as I'll ever be." He and Pete took my bags and helped me load them into the car. I hopped into the backseat and buckled myself up.
"Excited about going to California?" Liv asked, sitting in the passenger's side.
"Yeah..."
As we pulled out of the driveway, I looked back through the rear view window. My mom, Ben and Pharrell stood of the porch and quickly faded into the distance. After they disappeared over the horizon, I turned and stared out of my window. This would be the last time I'd see Parker Avenue for a while.
Radio blasting in the background, I thought about what I was leaving behind...I thought about what I was flying towards... Pete gave my hand a reassuring squeeze as I leaned against his shoulder.
Half an hour later, I found myself in the middle of the O'Hare parking lot. I wheeled my luggage out of the trunk and we made our way toward the elevators. Stepping out of the giant metal box, I saw that the airport was packed. Tourists. People connecting to other flights. People leaving. People waiting. People saying goodbye.
*
"This is as far as we can go," Jasper said as we approached the metal detectors separating the drop off area from the terminals.
"I'm gonna miss you, Em." Liv wrapped her arms around me and squeezed the breath of out my lungs.
"I'll miss you more...You too, Jasp." He took his turn squishing me.
"What are we going to do without you?" he asked.
"You'll manage. Just don't forget to send me a wedding invitation." They laughed, then Jasp took Liv's hand into his.
"We won't."
"Before you go, I want you to have this," Liv said. She pulled a binder out of her bag and handed it to me. "Don't open it until you're in the air, though."
"Thank you." I took it and tucked it under my arm.
Liv and Jasper stepped back as Pete approached.
"God, I'm going to miss you," he said, taking my hands into his.
"I'll miss you too, Wentz." It took everything I had to keep from breaking down right there.
As much as I tried to fight it, single tear ran down my cheek. Pete quickly wiped it away and kissed my forehead.
"...I guess this is goodbye."
"Not necessarily," I quietly said, looking down at our hands, intertwined. "If we're meant to be, it'll happen."
By the way my hand fit perfectly into his, I hoped that this wouldn't be the last conversation we'd share. "Consider this more of a 'see you later'."
"Even though I'll see you later, can I kiss you now?" I nodded. He cupped my cheek and pressed his lips against mine.
There was something different about this kiss. It was filled with passion, but also a level of uncertainty. Fear.
Pulling away, he whispered a quiet "I love you," then kissed the side of my mouth.
"I love you, too."
"Flight 206 will begin boarding in 10 minutes," said a voice over the loudspeakers.
"¿Hasta luego?" * he asked. There was a smile on his face, but his eyes told a different story.
"Yo prometo." ** I linked my pinky with his and looked down at our fingers. There was an "X" tattooed on the inside of his finger and an "O" on mine. Young love makes you do crazy things, such as taking spontaneous trips to the tattoo parlor.
We shared one last hug before going our separate ways.
As I took a place in line, many people followed. Passing through the metal detectors, I was hoping that a certain overdramatic boy would come bursting through, saying that he was moving to California with me. But that wasn't going to happen.
I lugged my bags off the x-ray machine and maneuvered them toward gate 5.
"Flight 206 to California, now boarding."
I grabbed my belongings and moved into line. Handing my ticket over, I felt my heart beat faster. I was really leaving.
"Here you go, ma'am. Have a nice flight."
"Thank you."
I quickly found my seat and placed my bags in the overhead compartment. Luckily, I had a seat in the aisle, meaning that I wouldn't have to step over people in order to use the bathroom.
With the binder on my lap, I buckled my seatbelt and waited for take off. While the safety precautions rolled, a part of me thought about grabbing my bag and getting off the plane. However, I quickly extinguished that thought and concentrated on procedures of exiting the plane if it landed in water.
We eventually started moving, and before I knew it, the plane was in the air. I quickly opened the binder and saw a handwritten note.
Emi,
Over the course of our friendship, a lot of things happened. Just in case your memory gets wiped by super sexy extraterrestrials in California, we wanted to make sure that you remembered your Chicago roots.
Love you lots,
Liv & Jasper
Flipping the page, I saw a picture of myself when I was five years old. It was the day that Jasper and I had met. We were standing in front of his house. He was crying and I had an angry look on my face. I had just punched him in the stomach because he made fun on my hair. Now that I think about it, it did look pretty ridiculous. Still, Jasper was out of line when he said that it looked like I "got sucked into a lawnmower."
Underneath the picture there was a caption. From the moment I met you, I knew that you weren't an average girl. - Jasper
On the next page there was a picture of Liv, Jasper and I dressed up as the Three Musketeers for Halloween. Since second grade it's been "all for one and one for all." A couple thousand miles isn't going to change that. - Liv
Next there was a picture of Pharrell asleep in my lap on the first day we had him. Back then, he was only a white ball of fur. Underneath the photo was a messy paw print. Even my dog was in on this.
A picture of me holding a newborn Ben was on the next page. Words could not express how excited I was to have a little brother, and it was apparent in this picture. You're the best sister ever. -Ben
Flipping through the pages memories flooded my mind. 5th grade musicals. Middle school dances. Birthday parties. 8th grade graduation. Trips to Six Flags. Summers hanging out at the pool. Days spent at Navy Pier. Paul and I at homecoming during sophomore year. Me after I got my driver's license. Christmas party. New Year's at Excalibur. High school graduation. Graduation party. Lightsaber war in Joe's basement. These were things that I wouldn't trade for the world.
The last page was the hardest to look at. They were the infamous photo booth pictures Pete and I took at Navy Pier.
In the first picture, our foreheads were touching as we made angry faces at each other.
In the second one, he put his arm around me while I gave him bunny ears.
In the third one, we were looking up and smiling, trying to look innocent.
The last one was the killer: I had my arms around Pete while he cupped my cheek and kissed me.
Underneath it, there was a simple caption: I can be your John Cusack. -Pete
"Shit..." A tear ran down my cheek as I closed the book. "This is going to be a long flight..."
*
Pete's POV
Walking back to the parking lot, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Regret seemed to run through my veins. I let her go...
"DAMNIT!" I kicked the closest object in sight, leaving a nice-sized dent in the driver's side of my car. Spectators in the parking lot hurried their children along while I leaned against a concrete pillar and sank to the ground.
Staring at the cracks in the pavement, I felt like shit. In fact, I felt worse than shit.
She was the best thing that happened to me...
And I let her slip through my fingers.
***
Spanish translations:
*See you later.
**I promise.
*
Yes, I am aware that you guys probably hate me for letting Emi leave. dodges bottles and tomatoes If you REALLY, REALLY want to know what happens next, there's one simple thing you can do.
r e v i e w , y o !
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