Sunday, December 26, 2010

Destiny Cullen Week 31: Memories of a Guy in an Airport

Destiny Cullen

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Memories of a Guy in an Airport

There he was in the empty airport at eleven o’clock at night staring at the lights above him lost in thought. He pulled the plastic bag closer to his side as he started thinking about Kelly and the time they spent together in the past seven hours.


“Come on man! It’s Christmas! You can’t give me another car or at least call another rental car service for me?” Jason said exasperated as he ran his hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the lady with an annoying nasally voice said. “I can’t call another service for you that would be cutting our profits.”

“Its Christmas!”

“I don’t celebrate Christmas, sir. That won’t get you anywhere with me.”

Jason closed his eyes and rubbed his temples roughly not really helping with the headache. He sighed and straightened out his back. “Thank you so much for your help.” He turned and walked out of the small, humid, and cramped business.

“At least I don’t have to listen to that stupid voice again.” But I’m out a car. He added silently. He groaned as he strapped his backpack on. He headed out on the sidewalk to search for a motel within walking distance to the airport. He’d be dammed if he was going to walk twenty miles to and from the airport.

About twenty minutes into his walk he sees a woman on the side of the road kicking the side of her car. “God dammit! Why me? Why does this always happen to me?” He chuckled when she kicked her tire again and hurt her foot making her get even more angry.

“You need some help there?” He asked as he walked around the back of the car. She glared at him. “What? Do I look like I’m on vacation on the side of the road with a flat tire? Of course I need help!”

Jason chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I could have guessed that. I was wanting to spend my holidays like this. You sure lucked up. Uh," he waited for her to introduce herself.

"Kelly." She huffed, her hands on her hips angrily.

"I'm Jason, it's nice to meet you," he held his hand out for her to shake. She eyeballed his hand curiously until he laughed. "It's a hand. It doesn't bite."

"Yeah, but I don't know where that hand has been," she retorted.

He looked at his hand and dropped it. "Would you believe me if I told you it's been down the Queen of England's bra?"

She didn't looked amused. "Halloween party?"

He cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. "How did you..."

She shrugged. "Lucky guess."

He shook his head. "But I even have the accent to back me up!"

She shrugged again, kicking the tire once more. "Are we gonna sit here and discuss where your hands have been or are you gonna help me fix my car?"

He narrowed his eyes at the tire, really examining it before standing back up. "It can't be fixed." He started to walk off.

"But--" she stuttered. "It's just a flat tire! You're a guy! Fix it!"

He turned around and smirked. "I'm from England. I don't know how to fix anything but some tea!"

She looked back at her car and at his retreating figure. "Damn it, wait up!" She chased after him.

“You have to help me! Be an English Gentleman!” She put her hand on his shoulder and stopped him. “You have to know how to change a tire. All guys go to some type of school to learn that type of stuff.” She huffed.

“I skipped that course, and I believe you should be looking for a Southern Gentleman. He’ll gladly help you out.” He turned to keep walking when she groaned and ran in front of him blocking is way.

“What if I offered you a ride? You obviously need a ride somewhere since you are walking down the sidewalk where there are no motels in sight for thirty miles. You do me a favor, and I do you one.”

Jason made a show of thinking about her offer then said, “I don’t know for a fact that you will give me a ride. You could speed off as soon as I change the tire.”

“I’ll give you the word of a lovely, honest, American girl.” Kelly flashed a smile and batted her eyelashes. Jason couldn’t help but laugh.

“You know what my mates back in England told me? Never trust a ‘lovely, honest, American girl’ - she’ll take you for all she has.”

“Fine! I’ll give you my purse for collateral.” She ducked into her car and threw her purse at him.

“Now that’s more like it. Let’s get this flat tire fixed so we can be on our way.”

Jason walked back to the car and kneeled down to take a look at the tire. “This can’t be so bad.” He tapped the tire. “If an uncivilized southern gent can do it, so can I, right?”

She shrugged, crossing her arms as she leaned against the car. “We’ll see what you can do when we’re on the road actually moving.”

He looked back up at her. “There really isn’t a hotel for thirty miles?” He groaned.

Kelly shook her head sympathetically. “Sucks I know. I’m headed to one, too, until my flight comes in the morning.”

He stood back up. “Give me a screw.”

She looked shocked. “Is that some English pickup line? As if I’d screw you!”

Jason paused before a smirk showed on his face. “I meant I need a tool to get this tire off.”

She blushed. “Oh…um I think there’s one in the trunk.” She walked to the back of the car to find the spare tire and tools.

He wiped his hands on his jeans and leaned against the car with a smile. Maybe this holiday wouldn’t be so bad.

“I can’t lift the tire,” he heard her pouting at the back of the car.

Jason chuckled, helping her get the tire out of the trunk.

“Kelly?” He called for her once he set the tire on the ground.

“What?” He looked pointedly at the tire. “What do you want me to do with that?”

“I need you to roll this one next to the flat one so when we take the flat tire off we can put it in the spot where we took this one from.” Kelly’s eyes widened.

“You want me to touch that nasty tire? Do you know what I do for a living? I’m a massage therapist, no one wants to get a massage by a person who has calluses and has dirty hands.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Well I guess you’re going to have to wait for you’re Southern Gent then.” He dusted off his hands picked up his back pack.

“Fine! Look! I’m moving the stupid-ass tire to where you wanted it.” She rolled it over to the side of the car all the while mumbling about how she was subjected to manual labor and the reason she went to school was to stop her from ever having to do work that made her dirty and sweaty.

Jason couldn’t help but laugh. Kelly shot him a evil glare as she tossed the tire to lean against the car.

“Are you always like this?” he asked as he pulled the car up with the jack and unscrewed the bolts.

“What do you mean by that? Am I always at the mercy of some guy who is walking down the street? No.”

“I meant so angry, love.”

“Oh, are you so cheery all the time? Or is it just the Christmas spirit?” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest once more.

“No actually you made me cheery. The worst day ever turned right around in a bli-” he was cut off when he dropped a bolt on the street.

“Great, now you’re losing the parts to my car.” Kelly looked like she was on the verge of tears.

“It’s almost done and look,” he lifted up the bolt that fell. “I have all the pieces right here. I know, you probably have a nice lad waiting for you at home.”

She scoffed at that. “Nice lad? Ha. I haven’t had a boyfriend since I started my massage school. ‘I work too hard’ and blah, blah, blah. You know massage school is what got me here in the first place. If I wasn’t rushing to my clients house for my final, I wouldn’t have ran over whatever I did.”

He smiled to himself as he set the new tire in place putting the bolts in place. Once he released the jack, Kelly’s cell phone went off and she rushed to answer it.

Jason heard her side of the conversation and it wasn’t going so well. “Mr. Sanchez! I’m so sorry I’m late I got flat tire but its all-.....No, sir, I’m so sorry I’ll be there in twenty minutes....please, sir, I know I’m late, but I will add another thirty minutes for free.”

Jason's face fell as Kelly turned around searching the sky for an answer. He saw her eyes start to water and his chest started to hurt.

“Please, Mr. Sanchez, it’s for my final grade,” she whispered into the phone.

A few seconds later, she dropped the phone from her ear and walked to the other side of the car in silence. He decided to put the tire and tools back in the trunk before going to go talk to her.

“Um, I can take you where ever you want to go now. The whole reason why I flew over here was for that stupid guy on the phone.” She threw the cell phone against the dashboard and it flew into the backseat.

“Love, you can drop me off at the first motel you see.” He wanted to talk to her about what happened on the phone but didn’t want to upset her even more.

About five minutes into the ride, they pulled up into a small motel parking lot, and he still hadn’t asked her about what happened on the phone.

“Thank you for the ride. Are you going to be okay?” She nodded vacantly and he wasn’t satisfied. “Whatever happened on the phone, I’m sure you can find another client before your final grade is due.” He nodded his good bye and closed the door.

She shocked him when she turned off her car and got out too. “You know you just gave me an idea.” She wiped the tears from her eyes and took a deep breath. “That is if you don’t mind helping me once again.” She rolled her eyes and laughed at herself.

He smiled and said, “I’ll help you with whatever you need.”

“Well, I needed Mr. Sanchez to sign the paper on the back of my final and fill out a report on how well my massage was and things of the nature.”

He smirked. “So all I need to do is get a massage by you, sign a paper, and fill out a survey?”

“Your accent made it sound dirty.” She glared playfully but added, “I would be in your debt. This is all that stands between me and my dream job.”

How could Jason resist? He smiled and agreed they then both went into the lobby and rented two rooms.

Once they exited, Kelly followed Jason to his room. “I have to get the bed set up so I can do the massage properly. I don’t want you to lie about this - you have to be completely truthful.”

He nodded. “I understand. If the massage rocks my socks, I’ll say so.” She glared from across the room.

Kelly layed an extra sheet on top of the bed and arranged the pillows. “Can you please remove your shirt and lay down, sir.”

“Oh, sir? I’ve been knighted,” he said playfully as he laid down, face first. She arranged the pillows perfectly, such that he wasn’t suffocated when he laid down.

“Do you mind if I warm up the oil a little bit?” she asked in a very polite and inviting tone.

“Not at all.”

He heard the microwave ding and her footfalls approach the bed. “I’m going to start on your upper back, unless you have any problem areas you would like me to work out before.”

“That’s fine, love.” He smiled into the pillows.

He felt the warm massage oil run down his back, and then her soft hands glide over his muscles, working the knots out.

He moaned in relief. Jason didn’t know a massage could feel this good! At some point between her massaging his upper and lower back, he drifted into unconsciousness.

“Jason? Jason. We’re done here.” She said very nicely waking him up from the best nap of his life.

“I’m sorry, pet. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but you got some magic hands on you.” She smiled at his compliment. “Just hand me the paperwork, and you’ve got your dream job. You obviously know what you’re doing.”

“Thank you so much, Jason.” She rifled through her bag and pulled out a folder and handed it to him, along with a pen.

After answering all the questions, plus a person letter, he handed it back to her. She had the biggest smile when she hugged it to her chest. He felt like a million dollars - not only did he help her out, but lord knew he felt more relaxed and alive than he had in days.

She was about to leave when he took her wrist in his hand. “If you don’t have anything to do,” he paused and ran his hand through his hair. “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to spend Christmas with someone, rather than by yourself in a hotel room.”

“You know, that sounds like a great idea. Let me just put my stuff in my room.”

When Kelly came back, they had long conversations on what she wanted to - either work overseas or on a cruise ship. Jason told her all about his music career and his band back in England. They talked until ten thirty at night.

“Crap! I have to go. My plane was called in early at eleven. Did you want a ride there so you don’t have to walk in the dark?” She scrambled to get all her stuff from his room - transferred sometime during the night.

“That would be lovely.” He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. He didn’t want the time with Kelly to end. She smiled back at him but something was missing from her smile too.

Once they made it to the airport, Kelly reluctantly said goodbye. “It was a pleasure meeting you. I hope we can meet get together again, real soon.”
He pulled her into a tight hug and kissed her cheek. “Bye, love. Hope to see you soon.”


So here he was, reminiscing on the best day of his life - pathetic, he knows. The chaps back home would laugh and yell at him for not running after her and begging her to come back to England with him.

“Flight to London, England, is now boarding. I repeat, the flight to London is now boarding.”

He sighed and grabbed the plastic bag that Kelly gave him. The contents inside were to be unidentified until take off. He smiled as he walked through the halls and into the plane. He was thinking about what Kelly would say about having to sit with all the seats crammed together, even though there weren’t any bodies in those seats.

“Sir, please, take a seat. We will be taking off soon. Buckle your seat belt.” The grumpy flight attendant rolled her eyes as if she was explaining it to a five year old.

“Ma’am, please hurry to your seat, we are closing our doors now.” Jason heard the hostess who was checking tickets say to the unknown woman.

He sighed, even though he hadn’t met the executive manager that was supposed to help his band back home; he had met someone for whom he had changed a tire and shared most of Christmas.

“This is your Captain speaking, we are taking off in two minutes please stay in your seats for your safety.” He rolled his eyes, blocking out what the Captain had to say, taking the plastic bag in his lap and untying the knot.

His brow furrowed as he pulled out a bottle of massage oil and a note.

I know we don’t really know each other but you saved my life and my career today. I wanted to give this to you to remember me by. Plus, the woman that is most likely sitting behind you right now, also has something for you.

His eyes popped out of his head as he read it over five times. It registered and he snapped his head back and looked behind his seat. His heart stopped beating.

It was her.

She smirked at him. “You weren't supposed to read it until take off.”

He unbuckled and took the seat next to her, pulling her into a kiss. “What are you doing on a plane to London? I thought you needed to turn in your final grade.” She laughed as she laid her head on his chest.

“No, I needed to do a massage for my final grade. I can fax the papers from London. I can say I had a job offer that couldn’t wait.”

He grinned. “You can be my person masseuse.”

“That’s not a bad idea Jason. Plus, all that trouble changing plan tickets, I almost missed the plane.”

Jason chuckled. “I could be some freak from London and you decided to come anyway?”

“Let’s call it Massage Instinct. No freak has knots like that in his back.” She laughed but he silenced it with a kiss.

“...and Merry Christmas.” The caption finished before the plane took off.

Author’s Note: I want to thank SnappleApple450 for helping with this story. Without her Jason wouldn’t have a sexy accent and Kelly wouldn’t have thought he wanted a screw *wink* Thanks so much SA450! <3