Here's a Story, Just Bare With Me...
Present Day
[Ellie's POV]
Stepping off the crowded plane, I stretched in the evening sun. God I missed this place, don't get me wrong, I love England and all the people there, but here I felt I was home. By the time I'd collected all my bags and suitcases it was only 7:30pm, but I was already knackered from a day of security checks and boarding passes.
"Straight to bed," I told myself, having never kicked the habit, "I can order a take-out when I'm home." I push my way through the crowded airport, desperate to get outside before my taxi pulls up so I can enjoy as much of the California air as I could. I spotted a bench that wasn't that as occupied as the others; only five people were on it. As I lugged my bags over there I observed it's occupants. Five guys, all with sunglasses on. The first was ginger, I let my eyes wander and they soon learned that he was wearing a vest that said 'ALL TIME FUCKING LOW' and he had sleeves on each arm. I moved on to the second, who made the first look like a midget. He had to be over 6ft, and he also had two sleeves, but they were poking out of a 'Slipknot' tank. I looked down at my attire, Alan's Pink Floyd tank, black skinnies and Converse, I would fit in with these guys. As I got closer I noticed the other three were fairly similar; band tees, brown hair, tattoos and skinnies. I sighed heavily and flopped myself down next to the ginger one, feeling his eyes on me the entire time. After about five minutes I wanted to know why his eyes were glued to me.
"You wanna tell me what's so fascinating about my face?" I asked, turning to look at him. There was something familiar about him, I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
"Ellie?! Oh my god, is that you?"
"Umm..." I started, "How do you know my name?" Before I knew it he had picked me up and was spinning me in circles, and I was getting pretty dizzy.
"I missed you so much!" he yelled in my ear, before setting me down and taking his sunglasses off, and that was when I recognised him.
"Alan?! I missed you so fucking much!" I yelled, before hugging him tightly and breaking down into tears.
"What are you doing here? I thought you moved to England?"
"I missed California too much, moved back today!"
"I see you're wearing the top you stole from me," he winked, "it suits you".
"I didn't steal it! I just borrowed it for a really long time".
"Yeah, yeah! Of course. Damn girl, I've missed you so fucking much!"
"I bet I've missed you more, my Ginger Princess".
"Ginger Princess...?"
I looked to where the third voice came from, seeing four very confused faces. I was about to explain, but Alan started talking.
"Right, yeah. Guys this is my friend that moved to England, Ellie. Ellie, meet the guys," he said pointing to the bench's habitants.
"Oh so this is the famous Ellie? We've heard a lot about you," the tallest said, smirking between me and Alan, "I'm Austin, and this is Aaron, Phil and Tino". I shook the hand he had held out.
"Alan's been talking about me?" I questioned, glancing between all five of them.
"Oh yeah! We've heard some really interesting stuff about you," Phil chimed in, "by the way, Alan used to lo..."
"...so anyway Ellie, where do you live now?" Alan interrupted, shooting a threatening glare at Phil who just sniggered, seemingly proud of something he'd just done or said. Was I missing something?
"Oh just a crappy flat in a shitty apartment block. Nothing special, it probably doesn't even have any furniture right now," I sighed, realising how unprepared I was.
"Stay at mine," he blurted, "if you have no furniture and it's a crappy flat then it makes sense to stay somewhere where you can sleep on a bed and be comfortable".
"Oh wow, really? Thank you!"
"No problem".
[Alan's POV]
I smiled at Ellie, I can't believe she's back in California! This is like my second chance to be with her, I can't fuck this up now; I had to play the cards just right.
The boys engaged in small chat with her, asking her about England and what it's like over there, whilst I just smiled and kept to my thoughts. I mentally compared her now, to the most recent picture I had of her - the one she left in the letter - other than the addition of the necklace I gave her and a change of clothes she hadn't changed at all. She was still beautiful.
The cab pulled up, interrupting me from my thoughts. We all started to pile in, when Austin pulled me aside.
"What is it?"
"You still love her, don't you?" I couldn't reply - being too embarrassed to admit it and knowing there was no point in lying to him, he knows me too well - so I settled for avoiding eye contact as much as possible.
"I knew it, I can see it dude. It's in your eyes, the way you look at her."
"Just don't say anything, please".
"I won't. But you need to tell her, sooner rather than later. Don't let her slip away again man, because you'll never forgive yourself if you do".
"I know, I know. Don't tell the guys either, not yet anyway. You know what they're like".
"Calm down dude, don't get yourself worked up. She'll only know if and when you tell her. C'mon, let's go," he said, before we both went and got into the cab, ignoring the questioning looks from the others.
"Everything alright?" Ellie asked, wearing a mixture of worry and curiosity on her face.
"Yeah, well no, actually I don't really know. Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough". I then told the driver our addresses and buckled up, joining in the conversation with everyone else as we headed home.
Stepping off the crowded plane, I stretched in the evening sun. God I missed this place, don't get me wrong, I love England and all the people there, but here I felt I was home. By the time I'd collected all my bags and suitcases it was only 7:30pm, but I was already knackered from a day of security checks and boarding passes.
"Straight to bed," I told myself, having never kicked the habit, "I can order a take-out when I'm home." I push my way through the crowded airport, desperate to get outside before my taxi pulls up so I can enjoy as much of the California air as I could. I spotted a bench that wasn't that as occupied as the others; only five people were on it. As I lugged my bags over there I observed it's occupants. Five guys, all with sunglasses on. The first was ginger, I let my eyes wander and they soon learned that he was wearing a vest that said 'ALL TIME FUCKING LOW' and he had sleeves on each arm. I moved on to the second, who made the first look like a midget. He had to be over 6ft, and he also had two sleeves, but they were poking out of a 'Slipknot' tank. I looked down at my attire, Alan's Pink Floyd tank, black skinnies and Converse, I would fit in with these guys. As I got closer I noticed the other three were fairly similar; band tees, brown hair, tattoos and skinnies. I sighed heavily and flopped myself down next to the ginger one, feeling his eyes on me the entire time. After about five minutes I wanted to know why his eyes were glued to me.
"You wanna tell me what's so fascinating about my face?" I asked, turning to look at him. There was something familiar about him, I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
"Ellie?! Oh my god, is that you?"
"Umm..." I started, "How do you know my name?" Before I knew it he had picked me up and was spinning me in circles, and I was getting pretty dizzy.
"I missed you so much!" he yelled in my ear, before setting me down and taking his sunglasses off, and that was when I recognised him.
"Alan?! I missed you so fucking much!" I yelled, before hugging him tightly and breaking down into tears.
"What are you doing here? I thought you moved to England?"
"I missed California too much, moved back today!"
"I see you're wearing the top you stole from me," he winked, "it suits you".
"I didn't steal it! I just borrowed it for a really long time".
"Yeah, yeah! Of course. Damn girl, I've missed you so fucking much!"
"I bet I've missed you more, my Ginger Princess".
"Ginger Princess...?"
I looked to where the third voice came from, seeing four very confused faces. I was about to explain, but Alan started talking.
"Right, yeah. Guys this is my friend that moved to England, Ellie. Ellie, meet the guys," he said pointing to the bench's habitants.
"Oh so this is the famous Ellie? We've heard a lot about you," the tallest said, smirking between me and Alan, "I'm Austin, and this is Aaron, Phil and Tino". I shook the hand he had held out.
"Alan's been talking about me?" I questioned, glancing between all five of them.
"Oh yeah! We've heard some really interesting stuff about you," Phil chimed in, "by the way, Alan used to lo..."
"...so anyway Ellie, where do you live now?" Alan interrupted, shooting a threatening glare at Phil who just sniggered, seemingly proud of something he'd just done or said. Was I missing something?
"Oh just a crappy flat in a shitty apartment block. Nothing special, it probably doesn't even have any furniture right now," I sighed, realising how unprepared I was.
"Stay at mine," he blurted, "if you have no furniture and it's a crappy flat then it makes sense to stay somewhere where you can sleep on a bed and be comfortable".
"Oh wow, really? Thank you!"
"No problem".
[Alan's POV]
I smiled at Ellie, I can't believe she's back in California! This is like my second chance to be with her, I can't fuck this up now; I had to play the cards just right.
The boys engaged in small chat with her, asking her about England and what it's like over there, whilst I just smiled and kept to my thoughts. I mentally compared her now, to the most recent picture I had of her - the one she left in the letter - other than the addition of the necklace I gave her and a change of clothes she hadn't changed at all. She was still beautiful.
The cab pulled up, interrupting me from my thoughts. We all started to pile in, when Austin pulled me aside.
"What is it?"
"You still love her, don't you?" I couldn't reply - being too embarrassed to admit it and knowing there was no point in lying to him, he knows me too well - so I settled for avoiding eye contact as much as possible.
"I knew it, I can see it dude. It's in your eyes, the way you look at her."
"Just don't say anything, please".
"I won't. But you need to tell her, sooner rather than later. Don't let her slip away again man, because you'll never forgive yourself if you do".
"I know, I know. Don't tell the guys either, not yet anyway. You know what they're like".
"Calm down dude, don't get yourself worked up. She'll only know if and when you tell her. C'mon, let's go," he said, before we both went and got into the cab, ignoring the questioning looks from the others.
"Everything alright?" Ellie asked, wearing a mixture of worry and curiosity on her face.
"Yeah, well no, actually I don't really know. Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough". I then told the driver our addresses and buckled up, joining in the conversation with everyone else as we headed home.
Notes
I hope this makes up for my crappiness! And just under two hours later than I intended >.<<br>
There may be spelling and/or grammar mistakes, I wrote this just now and can't check it through because my laptop is broken and really awkward - 5/6ths of the screen is all inked over so I have one column that is usable.
Let me know what you think :*
~music-is-my-therapy
I love this please update soon :D
4/6/15