Just Friends

August 20th

     Ethan's clock read 5:20am, and another knock came at my hotel door. What does Eleanor want now? Unless she is pregnant, engaged or snuck out last night to marry Ethan in Las Vegas, I was most definitely not interested in a conversation with her at this time of day again. I rolled off my bed and kept the covers wrapped around me as I dawdled to the door, again. I pawed at the door with my eyes closed in search of the handle, again. After a horrific battle in search of the handle I eventually opened the door to find Stanley stood there.
     "You look terrible." He said.
     "What do you want at this hour?" I replied with closed eyes.
     "We're picking Jasmine up from the airport in an hour, so move it!"
     I sighed. "Ok. I'll get ready." I shut the door and stumbled into the bathroom. I tied my wild hair into a messy bun and grabbed one of Ethan's hoodies I had stolen off of him and put up the hood. Somehow I didn't look that bad. I don't wear much make up anyway so it was no different to my normal look. Maybe my tired eyes had lied to me.
     Stanley drove to the airport. I scrunched myself up into a ball in the passenger seat and took a nap. The hood of Ethan's hoodie acted as a pillow. It still smelt of him as I snuggled into it. Not getting enough sleep is the number one thing I despise. It is for a good purpose though.
     I insisted Stanley purchased a bouquet of flowers from a florist in the airport. He obliged and bought a huge bouquet of red roses. So big that it covered most of his face when he held them.
     We arrived at the Jasmine's gate with fifteen minutes to spare. Stanley bit his nails as he stared at the door from our seats. He didn't move his eyes off the door for a second. There was a crowd of fifty to a sixty people waiting for family and friends to depart from the plane. We sat and waited. And waited. And waited. Until the door finally opened. Stanley jolted upright, picking up his bouquet.
     "Here I go." He said glancing back at me.
     "Good luck." I whispered.
     He slowly strode forward. It was lovely to see members from the flight running over to greet their loved ones. Others wearing suits just paced into the airport. Then the moment Stanley had been waiting for arrived. Jasmine's face searched amongst the crowd of people hoping to find a familiar face. Stanley lowered the bouquet and raised his head over them. Jasmine's face lit up once she recognised him. They slowly walked towards each other and stopped shoe to shoe. I felt like I was watching a romantic movie live, not behind the scenes. The fairytale was taking place right in front of me. I could feel Stanley's nerves in my stomach. I watched on as Jasmine and Stanley were in deep discussion. Suddenly Jasmine placed her hands over her mouth and swung her arms around Stanley. I felt like crying, it was the sweetest, cutest, romanticist thing I had ever witnessed in my life, but the only thing I wanted to do now was go back to sleep. They hugged and kissed, Stanley passed Jasmine her flowers.
     "It's about time." I heard her say.
     Stanley turned back to me, giving me a thumbs up, which I feebly returned. They walked over to me, Stanley pulled Jasmine's suitcase as she hid behind her flowers. She poked her head around them, producing a shy smile. "Can I go back to sleep now?" I asked, shutting my eyes.
     They both laughed at me. "Let's get you to the car first." Stanley replied.