I'm here. I did it, finally. I exit the plane hastily and begin looking for my luggage. I find it and take off through the airport in search of Preston. People stand with signs to escort people to cars. I scan them frantically, not seeing familiar faces and begin jogging. I run into someone and fall over. A strong pair of arms catches me and helps me steady myself. I look up to be met with a pair of deep brown eyes. I only know one person with eyes this beautiful. I spin around and stand face to face with the one and only, Preston.
"Hi."
I say, trying not to freak out.
"Shut up and fudging hug me, you jag."
He says, smiling. I embrace him and he embraces me. We stay this way with our arms intertwined for what seems like an eternity. A young boy walks by us, gawking. He opens his mouth and says in a know-it-all voice,
"You must really love him to hug that long!"
I look at the small child in disbelief and blush. He walks away, laughing. I look at Preston and he lets go of me. I can't say I'm happy to be released.
"So, are you hungry?"
He asks.
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From The Dust: A TBNRduty Fanfiction
FanfictionEveryone falls in love. But it can be hard. Especially when you thought you were straight. Preston and Lachlan are in love. But how will they handle things when disaster strikes? Can they stay together? Or will somebody else fall?
