Chapter Nineteen:I'm Trapped In A Never Ending Episode Of General Hospital

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Chapter Nineteen:I'm Trapped In A Never Ending Episode Of General Hospital

If I were to make a list of the most excruciatingly painful moments in my life, most would have something to do with Cole. If you had asked me two months ago, which moment topped the list I would've said that it was that one day in the seventh grade. I don't know how he knew but he did and he announced it to the entire class. He told everyone I'd just gotten my period.

Talk about embarrassing.

However something's been able to beat that moment and not very surprisingly it has something to do with him yet again. This time though it isn't horribly embarrassing or physically painful. What he's done now is that he's made me miss him, terribly so. On the plane ride back to our small Connecticut town I think about the two weeks I've spent with my grandparents and realize that I spent most of my time sulking. It's a good thing no one apart from Travis notice these things or I'd have been called out. He seemed to be in a funk of his own so we left each other alone.

The only reason I survived the separation was because he called me everyday like clockwork. We'd talk for hours before I had to go to bed. During the day we'd text each other almost every ten minutes so it felt like he was almost there with me, almost being the operative word here. On Christmas Day, none of us had the opportunity to make our daily phone call but he made up for it by sending me the sweetest email I'd ever read. We talked about anything and everything. We were still Cole and Tessa but something had shifted monumentally. It felt like I was suffocating without him being near and I could only hope that he felt the same way.

New Year's Eve had pretty much been a torture in its own right. We were both at parties, surrounded by couples kissing each other as the clock struck twelve. My phone had been tightly pressed against my ear as I concentrated on hearing the sound of his breathing. We were both quiet for the minute, realizing where we'd rather be, what we'd rather be doing. The thought of it made me feel both nervous and euphoric. I knew that I'd be getting my first kiss pretty soon if the slightly husky tone of Cole's voice was any sign.

The flight's supposed to land any second and I can't keep still for the life of me. Mom throws me a reprimanding look before going back to her book. We're in first class so I have to sit with her and Travis is with Dad. Having the two of them sit together is a recipe for disaster since their relationship hasn't exactly progressed but Mom insisted that they need some to spend some quality time together. However from where I'm sitting, I can clearly see that Travis is watching a movie and Dad's busied himself with a magazine. Oh well, it was worth a try.

By the time we make it past customs, its mid-afternoon. Despite our efforts to pack light and mostly have carry-on's we still spend an hour at baggage claim. The amount of people travelling at this time of year is insane so I should've anticipated the delay. It doesn't make my impatience go away though, I'm tapping my foot like crazy and am ready to go strangle someone if our bags don't arrive soon. I don't even have important things in our luggage, just clothes that could easily be replaced. Maybe if I ask politely enough, they'll let me take a cab on my own. I need to get out of here, I need to see him right this instant.

"Regretting telling lover boy to not come to the airport?"

There's amusement written all over Travis's face. He seems better already, like being back in our own state has suddenly taken away all his brooding. Mystery girl better give him an answer soon, I don't know if I can go back to his whip lash like moods.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I say sweetly, keeping an eye out for my parents. They're currently getting coffee from the Starbucks a few feet away. I doubt they'll be coming back though. The amount of people fighting for luggage could cause a stampede and god forbid Mom chip a nail or Dad rip a button from his shirt. It's a thin line between being someone's kid and their personal slave isn't there?

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