Post by kelley patrick gaston on Apr 21, 2010 23:11:50 GMT -5
Two weeks was not enough time for anything, no matter what anyone said. What could really be done in two weeks? In Kelley’s mind, nothing could be done in two weeks. Pretty much two weeks and a few days ago, Charlotte had told him that she was headed back to LA to sign papers and to finally start her own fashion line. And he was happy for her, there was no doubt in his mind that he was happy for her. But really, he couldn’t bear to be away from her. It was sad to say, and he would not dare admit this to anyone, but the girl had him completely wrapped around her finger even for the short time they had been dating. It had been a problem in past, caused him heartache and pain and a bunch of other things, and really, he never learned. But he didn’t mind, he didn’t really care. Yes. He was somewhat of a love struck idiot, he would be the first person to admit it had he really wanted to. He couldn’t bear the fact that charlotte was leaving back for Los Angeles without him. When she’d told him the news two weeks on their date through the park back in Houston, he had done what he hadn’t done since Dayna. he had begged. He had begged her to stay, to not leave him. he’d gotten down on his knees in front of her and pleaded. But as days went on, he had realized that what he was asking was almost impossible. Hell, if the roles were reversed, he was pretty damn sure that, no matter how much he loved her, he would have to say no to her and go on with the band. Fuck, he did love her. sure, whatever, criticize, they’d been dating for a couple of months but honestly, Kelley hadn’t felt like this in so long, and it felt amazing; it was high school all over again.
The past weeks really had been all about her. Well, her and Dayna. Most of the boy’s time was split between the two of them, or had the two of them together. There were those few days where Kelley had managed to talk Grace into keeping Dayna with her and Garret so he could get some alone time with charlotte, but a majority of the other time, the little miss was always with them, and it made getting any alone time rather difficult. Every single day he had spent with the two of them, no matter how much he loved his daughter, he always craved the alone time he wanted with Charlotte. he had let himself believe that, by some random miracle that, if they spent enough time together, then maybe she would consider waiting at least a few more weeks. It had been a dim hope, a small flame inside the pit of his stomach hoping that would happen, but the big cloud of doubt knew that there was no way in fucking hell that was happening. That was what killed him more.
The morning of charlotte’s flight, he had woken up early, earlier than normal. His human three year old alarm clock was still passed out in the bunk next to him, and he had been careful to leave the bunk without jostling her awake. He needed some time alone before he went about this day. It was going to be long, winding, it was just not going to be a great day, he knew that right off the bat. He could hear the others on the bus snoring, breathing; they were all still asleep. It was too early for anyone to be up, he knew. Reaching into the pocket of his skinny jeans, he pulled out his iPhone, glancing at the time curiously. Seeing the luminescent digital clock read six thirty, he sighed, shoving the phone back into his pocket as he walked towards the miniscule bathroom, scratching the back of his head tiredly. Going to the bathroom, he closed the door behind him softly as he glanced at himself in the mirror, making a face as he closed his eyes as his hand hit the light switch awkwardly. It was too early. Yawning, he went about his business, his mind on other matters at hand. Charlotte was packing things together, so they wouldn’t really have time to hang out before hand at all. He was just glad that he was going to the airport with her, and no one else. She and Grace had spent the day before together, just so they could spend the ride to the airport and that time together, even though he knew it wasn’t much.
Really, after brushing his teeth and everything, the day had been a blur. He was dimly aware of the fact that he had played a few games of Rock Band, and had pretty much lost every single one (he was sure tomorrow he would not be able to live it down at all). He hadn’t paid much attention to Dayna’s rambles of the day, though he had kept her by his side for most of the day. In all honesty, the day really had gone by, and he hadn’t really even been there at all. He had laughed, joked around, made fun of Garret, played a game or two with Dayna, he had done his normal routine on the days that they did not perform, but really, his heart was not into it. when it was quarter to four, he had decided to just start getting changed and head over to the While You Were Out bus and pick up Charlotte. As he got dressed in a plaid button up shirt and skinny jeans, he stared down at his phone, at the background picture he had at the moment. It was from when he, Charlotte, and Dayna had gone to the petting zoo that Dayna had fallen in love with. Staring at the small screen, seeing charlotte holding up Dayna so that she could lean over the pen and pet one of the goats that they had claimed was Garret’s cousin, he felt himself smiling as he shoved his feet in his shoes. God damnit, he wasn’t sure how he was going to do this.
Running a hand through his hair, he went over to Dayna, who had already made herself comfortable with Grace and Garret. Leaning down to kiss her on the top of her head and tell her that he would be back later tonight, he thanked Charlotte, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in thanks as he high fived Garret, saying he would probably end up being back actually rather late, after her bedtime, so he was in charge of telling her goodnight for him. Grabbing the black jacket he had thrown down on the couch besides them, he shoved his arms through the sleeves as he exited the bus, making sure he had his wallet and his phone with him. feeling the brisk February air as he stepped outside, he closed the bus door and started making his way towards the While You Were Out bus, which was only a short distance away. With every step, he felt himself slowing down slightly; he wasn’t sure if he was ready for this, in all honesty. But he thought it through, told himself it would be the same had the roles been reversed, and that he could not hold her back. That was really what kept him moving forward, what helped him knock on the door for her to tell her that he was ready whenever she was.
The ride towards the airport had not been that long at all, but they had about an hour or so before her flight. They had sat for coffee, talked, and… well that was it. Kelley wasn’t a conversationalist, at all. He was bad at talking with people, that much was painfully obvious. But with Charlotte, he didn’t mind. Sure, he let her do most of the talking and he threw in a few sarcastic remarks, or funny ones or whatever, but he talked a lot then. He actually added stuff to the conversation, it was definitely a new one. But almost too soon, the familiar announcement over the airport’s PA system announced that the flight to Los Angeles was ready. Her flight to LA was ready. The minute he had heard LA, he felt his throat close up slightly as they stood up to walk towards the terminal. His fingers were laced through hers as his free hand held her carry on, but he felt his hand squeeze hers gently as they neared the terminal. Actually, the instant he saw her terminal, he held his grip on her hand tight as they stopped just before the line of people waiting to get their tickets approved and board the plane. Turning to Charlotte, he looked down at her, a sort of sad smile on his face. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against hers gently, his hand untangling itself from hers so that it could grasp her face gently.
Pulling back from the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers, staring down into her blue eyes. There was one last fucking chance… “Charlotte….. fuck, Charlotte…” His voice dimmed, and he pulled back, running a hand over his face just to give him a second to control his burning eyes. Taking a deep breath, he looked down at her, plastering that plastic smile on his face. “Just…. Call me when you get home? And if you see my mom anywhere, tell her that Dayna says hey…and…” scratching the back of his head, he just looked down at her, unsure of what to say. He couldn’t say goodbye just yet. He wouldn’t say goodbye just yet. He couldn’t break down yet.
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