RPF: All I Want Is To Be With You (JB/SG, PG, for cruentum)
Tuesday was going to be great day.
No one knew (of course) as they checked the newspapers, internet and television. It was still the same, Heathrow airport was still closed for the fourth day. Europe’s air space was at a stand still while the Eyjafjallajokull volcano released more ash into the air. A complete nightmare for the airlines, travellers, tourists stuck overseas, and the loved ones who just wanted to see them home. When was it going to end?
This was the question John asked himself while he sat on the couch with the iPad upon his knees. The television was on in the background, while a cup of coffee remained undisturbed on the coffee table. A smile crept on his face as another newsreader failed to pronounce the volcano’s name. This had gone for four days but it remained the same; Americans stranded at their own airports. It was like the media only cared about American citizens stuck at home than overseas.
“Right, let’s see if I can get the Guardian.”
He scrolled through the applications with his finger. There was so much at his disposal; so much fun stuff to distract himself with. It was hard since all he could think about was Scott. John missed him a lot and couldn’t wait to tackle Scott with kisses at the airport. Ok, a little over the top but it was the first time any kind of volcano had ruined their plans. Sometimes life wasn’t fair.
Sighing he placed the iPad to one side and picked up the coffee cup. He took a sip and then stood up, turning off the TV in the process. He stood there awhile letting his thoughts slowly drift away into space.
The coffee went cold in his hands.
“Well, the airport is still closed!”
Scott rolled his eyes. He didn’t need reminding; the television, newspapers, and the nice lady from the airline had done that for him. It was the tenth time John had mentioned it, but Scott wasn’t going to argue. He turned the page of the newspaper and let John rant loudly in his ear.
Ok, so he had missed Carole’s birthday and the celebrations along with it but right now all he could hear was ‘I need you’ and ‘I miss you’. Hell, it had been a month since his last visit where they ended up in Vegas for John’s birthday. Sometimes that phrase came in handy. For now though he was stuck in their London townhouse and missing John like hell. He wished the dogs would start yapping so he could have an excuse to interrupt.
“So what are you listening to?
“I’m sorry?” Scott asked, a little confused.
“I can hear music,” John explained. “Sorry I need a distraction.”
“No, it’s ok,” Scott replied and stood up. With the phone still clutched to his ear, he walked over to the stereo and picked up the CD case.
“Well the artist is Florence and the Machine.”
“Really; do I know them?”
“Probably not; their style is more Radio One,” Scott replied trying not to laugh.
“Hey I listen to Radio One!”
“Yes, the Chris Moyles show,” Scott reminded him. “The show your crush Aled produces....”
“What’s the song?”
Scott laughed and looked at the back of the case, “Dog Days are Over.” He placed the CD back down onto the stereo. “I miss you.”
He heard John sigh. “I miss you too,” there was a shuffle of paper; “I never thought a volcano could shut down an airport.”
“Well it did, but for our safety,” Scott replied and massaged his temple. “Anyway I’ve told you this before.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“John...” He gritted his teeth. At this point he wasn’t sure what else to say. Tears started to prickle at the back of the eyes. He wanted to yell out his frustration, punch a wall or something. Instead he ran a hand through his hair and stared at the dogs.
“I’ll leave you to it,” John told him, “have to go anyway, I’ll talk to you later?”
“Yes,” Scott faltered slightly, “I love you.”
“Yeah, I love you too.”
He had taken the picture on holiday; they’d spent part of spring five years in New York. Central Park was lovely at that time of year, with the leaves slowly turning into green and some of the trees even covered with blossoms. They had walked across the park before stopping underneath a tree. It took John while to convince Scott to have his picture taken. The end result was worth it.
Scott’s smile was like a smirk, but warm and genuine. He always smiled like that in photos while John’s pearly whites went on display. This time though, he was on his own, hands in pockets, waiting for it to be over. A moment of vulnerability which John liked, a private moment he never shared with anyone.
It brought tears to his eyes.
An opened bottle of wine sat upon the coffee table. Next to it was there was a glass, half filled with red wine. In the corner Florence and the Machine softly played, nearly drowned out by the barks coming from the other side of the table.
“Charlie! CJ! Harris!” Scott yelled as he walked across to the sofa. The dogs quietened down and started to play with each other. Scott picked up the glass and watched them for awhile.
Tuesday was a bright sunny morning, well at least in LA. In London it was overcast but going to be a sunny day. Europe had woken up to another day but this time good news has started to spread from the airports. By mid morning, the news that it was safe to fly again had reached the homes of loved ones, travellers and tourists, creating a little joy into their lives. At twelve o’clock Scott called John with the wonderful news and they celebrated over lunch with a bottle of wine.
Tuesday was going to be great day.
The volcano crisis was finally over.
No one knew (of course) as they checked the newspapers, internet and television. It was still the same, Heathrow airport was still closed for the fourth day. Europe’s air space was at a stand still while the Eyjafjallajokull volcano released more ash into the air. A complete nightmare for the airlines, travellers, tourists stuck overseas, and the loved ones who just wanted to see them home. When was it going to end?
This was the question John asked himself while he sat on the couch with the iPad upon his knees. The television was on in the background, while a cup of coffee remained undisturbed on the coffee table. A smile crept on his face as another newsreader failed to pronounce the volcano’s name. This had gone for four days but it remained the same; Americans stranded at their own airports. It was like the media only cared about American citizens stuck at home than overseas.
“Right, let’s see if I can get the Guardian.”
He scrolled through the applications with his finger. There was so much at his disposal; so much fun stuff to distract himself with. It was hard since all he could think about was Scott. John missed him a lot and couldn’t wait to tackle Scott with kisses at the airport. Ok, a little over the top but it was the first time any kind of volcano had ruined their plans. Sometimes life wasn’t fair.
Sighing he placed the iPad to one side and picked up the coffee cup. He took a sip and then stood up, turning off the TV in the process. He stood there awhile letting his thoughts slowly drift away into space.
The coffee went cold in his hands.
“Well, the airport is still closed!”
Scott rolled his eyes. He didn’t need reminding; the television, newspapers, and the nice lady from the airline had done that for him. It was the tenth time John had mentioned it, but Scott wasn’t going to argue. He turned the page of the newspaper and let John rant loudly in his ear.
Ok, so he had missed Carole’s birthday and the celebrations along with it but right now all he could hear was ‘I need you’ and ‘I miss you’. Hell, it had been a month since his last visit where they ended up in Vegas for John’s birthday. Sometimes that phrase came in handy. For now though he was stuck in their London townhouse and missing John like hell. He wished the dogs would start yapping so he could have an excuse to interrupt.
“So what are you listening to?
“I’m sorry?” Scott asked, a little confused.
“I can hear music,” John explained. “Sorry I need a distraction.”
“No, it’s ok,” Scott replied and stood up. With the phone still clutched to his ear, he walked over to the stereo and picked up the CD case.
“Well the artist is Florence and the Machine.”
“Really; do I know them?”
“Probably not; their style is more Radio One,” Scott replied trying not to laugh.
“Hey I listen to Radio One!”
“Yes, the Chris Moyles show,” Scott reminded him. “The show your crush Aled produces....”
“What’s the song?”
Scott laughed and looked at the back of the case, “Dog Days are Over.” He placed the CD back down onto the stereo. “I miss you.”
He heard John sigh. “I miss you too,” there was a shuffle of paper; “I never thought a volcano could shut down an airport.”
“Well it did, but for our safety,” Scott replied and massaged his temple. “Anyway I’ve told you this before.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“John...” He gritted his teeth. At this point he wasn’t sure what else to say. Tears started to prickle at the back of the eyes. He wanted to yell out his frustration, punch a wall or something. Instead he ran a hand through his hair and stared at the dogs.
“I’ll leave you to it,” John told him, “have to go anyway, I’ll talk to you later?”
“Yes,” Scott faltered slightly, “I love you.”
“Yeah, I love you too.”
He had taken the picture on holiday; they’d spent part of spring five years in New York. Central Park was lovely at that time of year, with the leaves slowly turning into green and some of the trees even covered with blossoms. They had walked across the park before stopping underneath a tree. It took John while to convince Scott to have his picture taken. The end result was worth it.
Scott’s smile was like a smirk, but warm and genuine. He always smiled like that in photos while John’s pearly whites went on display. This time though, he was on his own, hands in pockets, waiting for it to be over. A moment of vulnerability which John liked, a private moment he never shared with anyone.
It brought tears to his eyes.
An opened bottle of wine sat upon the coffee table. Next to it was there was a glass, half filled with red wine. In the corner Florence and the Machine softly played, nearly drowned out by the barks coming from the other side of the table.
“Charlie! CJ! Harris!” Scott yelled as he walked across to the sofa. The dogs quietened down and started to play with each other. Scott picked up the glass and watched them for awhile.
Tuesday was a bright sunny morning, well at least in LA. In London it was overcast but going to be a sunny day. Europe had woken up to another day but this time good news has started to spread from the airports. By mid morning, the news that it was safe to fly again had reached the homes of loved ones, travellers and tourists, creating a little joy into their lives. At twelve o’clock Scott called John with the wonderful news and they celebrated over lunch with a bottle of wine.
Tuesday was going to be great day.
The volcano crisis was finally over.