Maybe this is all we can be

I remember an old term my grandmother taught me when I was about twelve. 'Forelsket'. She told me it was the butterflies that inhabited your stomach each time you saw 'his' face, the goose bumps that arise as soon as you know that 'he' is near; you will see 'him' soon.

I was twelve, I never cared, the word had no real meaning to me other that some complicated grown up term. I never paid any attention, nor did I pay any to my grandma for that matter. She was crazy in my eyes, an old loony that had no idea what the fuck she was on about, but she was right. Every thing she said made sense, you just had to listen. You just had to mature.

I knew what she meant the minute I met Vic Fuentes. It was almost as though everything she said before then had been mismatched pieces of a jigsaw and he put them all together. It was a euphoria sense that you feel just as you begin to fall in love and damn did I fall in love with Vic.

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The airport was a sea of faces; hundreds of people flowing to their destinations like wide rivers down the aisles.

I sat in a grey room, classical music playing soflty in the background. It was so dull, yet so full of mixed emotions, stretching from the bored to the excited. The people who looked as thought they were waiting on to a bus to those who looked like young children waiting for santa himself to waltz through the door. Yet I just sat, not too quite sure which group I merged into.

My ebon-hued hair was scraped back off my pale face into a ponytail on my head, mu
lips smothered in a red substance as I just stared at the door. My ocean blue eyes, not too sure weather to anticipate the sight of him or close as the first person approaches.

So much overthinking. Why do I over think so much? It's pointless because the minute he aproaches, his wavy locks at shoulder legnth, trapped beneath a cap thats clearly on the wrong way; well everything else disapears. None of the worrying seems relevant, what
to say. How to react? Weeks of endless questioning myself lead her to do nothing but to immerse into his protective arms.

The mexican wraps his arms around my hourglass figure and pulls me in.
"I missed you so fucking much Cassie" I grin into his chest, yet I cannot conjure up what words exactly to say so I remain silent, not caring about my red lips rubbing off against his pale grey T-shirt. I had missed him, I had missed him again. How many more times was I going to have to miss him before he stayed for good?

"Stay" I whisper, It seems futile to demand this when he has just returned home, but it is all I want right now. I never want to be in this position again were I have forgotten the exact scent he provides and precise shade of skin tone. I want forever now; I don't want to have to say goodbye.

"I'm not even home yet" he laughs pulling me away from him and holding me at arms legnth. I do nothing but loose myself in his hazel eyes, that plead for me to just be happy he is home right now.

"You're so beautiful" he murmers gently shaking his head as he seizes the chance to really look at me for the first time since arriving back. I want to play moody, but how can I play moody when in a few months he could be off again? I had to make use of every valued moment I spend with him whilst I can. So instead I grin, realeasing my red lips to strecth across each of my cheeks.

"Lets go home then" It feels so right to say that again, the grin doesn't leave my face once as I link my arm with his own and begin making our way back to our home where for the first time in months, I won't have to sleep alone tonight.

The house has changed so much since he left last, I decieded to go all out and redecorate the living room, exchanging the previous green theme for a red one to match our kitchen. The fridge was litered in post-cards from all over the world that Vic had sent me whilst
away on tour. I remember opening each of them and laughing at his tales of the band and their antics, all about how the crazed fans tried to break into his tourbus...about how much he missed me.

"Wow" he murmered from behind me, he placed his bags down on the stone kitchen floor before walking round his home and taking in all the changes that had occured around him. I leave him to his exploration of our home and begin dishing the tea that I had made just
before leaving for the airport, which obviously was Vic's all time favourite; enchiladas.

I dished up the food before quickly running into the bedroom and sliding into a long, sleek red dress that I had previously prepared, I topped up my lipstick before running down stairs to light a couple of candles and take my seat at one end of the dining table.

"So much has cha-" Vic stops himself half way down the stairs and stares at me from above. He has taken his hat off and his hair is flat and messed from the long flight, his top still has a small red mark from earlier in the day and small bags are beginning to form beneath his eyes from a clear lack of sleep.

He slowly descends the stairs, his eyes flashing between the meal layed out on the table, to the candle lit between our seats and then back to me. Always back to me.
"I love you Cassandra Jayne Walters"
"I love you Victor Vincent Fuentes"

Notes

So this is my first fanfic o_O

I really hope you guys all enjoyed reading this and I sort have a vague idea of where this is going, but we will seeee.

So let me know!
Thanks, PV