Coming back to writing mode! 'Till we meet again'

It has been 1year, 1 month and 13 days since they last saw each other and the pressure is on babi.

"I think she looks amazing, like always!" Laura talks to herself. "She is my friend and all but still I am allowed to turn a little bit green with envy when I see her: perfect body, perfect hair, well, not so perfect hair anymore after all the treatments the 'poor bastard' received over the years; but still, she glows permanently like a light bulb on New Year's Eve". Sigh. She will meet her in a few hours and the heartbeat is pumping like she will have to meet the man of her dreams for the most romantic dinner ever.
- M'am, your passport and boarding pass please!
No reaction from Laura. Daydreaming as always; if only life could be a bigggg dream where you do not have to ever wake up, that would be her spot!
- M'am, if you intend to get on this flight I need to have your passport and boarding pass, an irritated check-in assistant says to Laura.
- Ohh, oh sorry! like she just opened her eyes from a long dream, here you have them.
"I wonder how she will be dressed...and that girl that is supposed to join us...hmmm, why on Earth would we have to share our time together with some stranger?!"

Boarding started, Laura almost jumps into the airplane, as if this could be possible outside her wild dreams. She is appointed to her seat where she gets comfortable and falls asleep.
- Ladies and gentlemen, we will shortly arrive in Costa Rica. Please keep your seat-belt on until the aircraft has come to a complete stop and we remind you the use of mobile....
"I'm here!" Laura says to herself while glimpsing outside the window. She doesn't need to hear all the information from the flight attendant; she listened to it so many times that she can recall it completely from memory.

The plane came to a complete stop, the passengers where directed to the baggage recovery place and Laura was streaming around them in a certainty that one could read from her moves, her eyes..."I have been here B***es" she almost wanted to scream to each and every one of the individuals in the airport, "and I am back"

The time is now. She has to get out of the airport, through the arrivals of course, knowing that Mari will be there, waiting on the other side like in one of the most cheesiest romances ever. It has been 1 year, 1 month, 13 days and 17 hours since their last meeting, well, without taking Skype, Yahoo , etc into account, but yet again who doesn't take them these days? It is much more important to meet in person in Laura's opinion and in this century most of the people seem to have forgotten it.
The doors slide opened, a smile, a scream, a face so well known shows itself into the crowd. Laura's heart is going to jump out of the body like in one of those sci-fi movies or cartoons she was watching as a child.
- Laura!!!! Mari seems to be a kangaroo jumping all over the place trying to cut in front of all the people.
- Mari! there is no time for reaction. The trolley strolls on someones legs..Laura is embarrassed, apologizes in what seems to be less that 3 seconds; she has much more important stuff to take care at this moment in time. She has to run, and get the chance to hug the friend waiting for her on the other side.
Two hearts are reunited! For only a holiday, lasting exactly 8 days and 12 hours, but they are together, in the same place where they were 4 years ago.

(Context: Laura and Mari are two amazing friends that have been through a lot together; to not be interpreted as something they are not)

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  1. maaan, i'm luvin it...this story in fact and the other one, 150km/h.....i can definitely find myself in them ...and i so laughed at them :))))) it's amazing how u wrote them and how much truth is in both of them....recovering the memories and everything babi mou, it's simply ..wow, gorgeous, i actually don't even have the enough words to express myself...i do miss those times and everything, all of our friends...i just hope we're gonna get there soon or..sonner than we thought :*:* s'agapw polu agaph m:*

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