Cayden: JetlagMature

Six days later the two of us stumbled off a plane and were greeted by… grey cloudy skies. Frankly I didn’t care at the time since I felt even worse than when I’d had my run in with Alex. The thought that I’d have to go through it all again to get back home wasn’t exactly comforting me either.

I’d called Mom and Hadley had answered three times. Hadley had also hung up on me three times. I got Dad on the fourth try and ended up talking to him and Mom for a good couple hours. Needless to say they were thrilled that I’d actually settled down. Sure they knew about my whorish tendencies but they’d never said anything because I’m their son and they’ll love me no matter what I do. Apparently Hadley had kicked off a bit once he found out I was coming to visit and had rung up a huge phone bill talking to Ava so Mom and Dad weren’t exactly pleased with him.


"Remind me never to fly again" I moaned as I dragged my suitcase behind me.

Maxxie took my hand and kissed me even though he was just as groggy from the jetlag. "Don't you wanna go back to America then?" he asked with a tired laugh.

"Sure I do. I'll go by boat, I don't get sea sick. How far is it to your place?"

"Not far. I think you'll appreciate the car I have here more than my Fiesta” he smiled but his eyes just said he wanted to collapse onto the nearest bed.

"Does it have a fold-out bed in the back? Cause I'd kill for one of those right now". For some reason my jetlagged brain seemed to think I was a comedy genius and that what I’d just said was hilarious so I burst out laughing in the middle of the street.

He gave my hand a gentle squeeze at that. "No, but the bed at home's comfy."

"Mmm, don't tease me"

He grinned. Apparently my jetlag was amusing to him. "I told you that you should have had more sleep on the plane."

"It's only an eight hour difference, I didn't think it'd be this bad" I leant against Maxxie, just about ready to curl up on the sidewalk. No, Cayden, you’re in England now, it’s not called a sidewalk. Damn, Maxxie’s gonna have to teach me the lingo.

I felt his arm slide around me and sunk into his grip a little bit. "Nearly there, gorgeous."

I couldn’t hold back the groan that tumbled from my lips.

"Next time, I’m going to knock you out if you ignore me telling you to sleep"

"Please do. Can you like slip me some rohypnol or something before we fly back? But don't take that as an open invite to date rape me"

"Oh. Damn," he laughed. I still hadn’t gotten over how gorgeous his laugh sounds.

"Oh c'mon, we both know it wouldn't be rape anyway" I smiled.

"It's okay. I prefer it when you're conscious." He said with a wink.

"That's generally when I'm at my best"

He hummed in agreement and looked around. "One more street. Will you manage?"

"Yeah but you're taking me straight to wherever a bed's at the second we get there. I don't even wanna see you stop to take off your shoes or put your suitcase down" I said with a grin.

"I'm not carrying my suitcase up the stairs. That's too much like effort."

"Fine, you can ditch the suitcase"

"I promise not to stop for anything else though," he smiled.


We got to his place a little while after. I didn’t pay much attention to it but I remember it was white-washed. That’s about it really. The second I was in the door I dropped my suitcase and staggered my way towards the nearest bed-like object. Which luckily happened to be a bed. The second my head hit the pillow I was out like a light. And that’s exactly how I stayed until my body convinced me I was late for work.

The End

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