Georgina Evans POV
“George! George!!” I strain on my tiptoes to try and see over the crowds of people in the airport, whipping my head round to the direction of my best friends voice. A wide grin breaks out on my face as I spot him, standing with the same battered hand made sign baring my name as he’d used every time I came to visit. It was on the back of a cereal box, in a child’s scrawl in green glittery paint and had both our hand prints on the corners. A matching grin spreads across the familiar face of Jake Nelson, as I launch myself towards him, elbowing a small elderly woman out of my way in the process.
“Jakey!!” I squeal, flinging my arms around his neck, and he chokes slightly with the force of the contact, before laughing and picking me up to swing me round in a circle, hitting the little old lady again with my flailing legs in doing so.
“Teenagers!” My dad apologizes with a shrug, picking her bag up off the floor for her. The old lady tuts and waddles off. “George, what have I told you before about running off without me!”
“Sorry dad.” I giggle. “But I had to find Jake.”
“Hey Mr Evans, good flight?”
“As good as any flight is with a hormonal teenage daughter.”
“Daa-add!!” I pout. I’d made the mistake of telling my dad I was feeling bloated and grumpy because I was due my period soon. I should have known he’d blab to everyone. Jake grins at my blushing cheeks, and slings his arm over my shoulders pulling me in to his side.
“Don’t worry George, I’ll make you endless mugs of hot chocolate when the time comes.”
“And back rubs?” I cross my arms in front of me and pout more.
“Of course back rubs!” Jake kisses the top of my head and squeezes my shoulder slightly.
The three of us make our way to collect the our bags before following Jake out to where his dad was waiting in their rental car.
“Jimmy!” James Nelson gets out of the car and gives my dad a big bear-hug, lifting him slightly off the ground. Mine and Jake’s dads had been best friends since they were in middle school, hitting if off because they were both called James. They went to the same college, Jake’s dad studying business and my dad studying architecture, and had started a builder’s merchant business together after graduation. Headquarters was still based in their hometown of Duluth, Minnesota. When my mom had died a few years previous, dad found it too hard to stay in the city where they had grown up so he had relocated to San Francisco with me, and had started another branch of the company there. The Evans and Nelson families had always been like extensions of the same family, vacationing together every summer since me and Jake were toddlers, hence the now shitty airport sign. It meant more now as summer and Christmas holidays were the only times I got to hang out with Jake, and we made the most out of the time we got to spend together. Or had done until Jake had started attending a football camp for the last six weeks of every summer break, cutting our best friend time down to four weeks, which I always felt went quicker than any other four weeks in the whole year. “And little Georgie Porgie! You’ve got taller since Christmas.” He pulls me into a tight hug too. “Lets go eat before we go to the house.”
“IHOP!” Me and Jake shout in unison.
“Of course IHOP.” Jake’s dad scoffs, smile playing on his lips.
After an afternoon filled with food, food and more food, Jake and I were curled up under a blanket on the back porch of the holiday house our dad’s had rented for this years holiday. Jake had his head resting on my shoulder, and I was playing with his hair. He’d let it grow out the last year, and his brown hair now hung down in line with his jaw. He’d shaved an undercut into it, and I was rubbing my hand on the short Velcro-like hair there.
“I can’t believe how long your hair’s got since I last saw you.”
“You see it on Skype all the time.” He shrugs.
“That’s not the same, you can’t really see it properly on a computer screen. Plus you tie it back a lot.” I tug a little on it and he sighs, snuggling into my neck a little more, snaking his arms round my waist. I drop my voice to a whisper. “How come your mom isn’t here Jake?”
He sighs again and sits up, inadvertently pulling the blanket off me as he sits forward, running a hand over his face.
“I think....I think my folks are splitting up.” His voice is a whisper too. When he sniffs I quickly move to wrap my arms tightly around his shoulders, burying my face in his neck.
“Oh Jakey. I’m so sorry.” I feel him shrug under my arms.
“S’ok. They’ve done nothing but bitch and moan at each other for months, I think I’d rather them split than keep that up.” He sniffs again, I feel damp on the sleeve of my hoodie. I squeeze him tightly and press my lips gently against his temple.
“Love you Jakey.”
“Love you too Georgie.”
Our four weeks have flown by, yet again.
Jake and I spent our days skate boarding and swimming, exploring the local forests, and our nights battling each other on the Xbox. Yep, I’m a total tom boy. Being only children Jake and I saw each other as siblings, and when we were little it was much more fun joining in with Jake’s games and toys than trying to persuade him to play with my dolls. It was one of the things I missed most when I moved away, being able to be completely myself.
Jake and I had over heard a few of our dad’s late night conversations, and Jake was right his parents were getting a divorce. The biggest worry it seemed for both our dad’s was that Jake’s mom was currently running the business in Duluth with James. It seemed that she wanted to continue in her current role, or wanted big compensation if they wanted her gone. When we’d eavesdropped on that particular conversation Jake’s forest green eyes had filled with tears. Especially when his dad dropped the f-ing c-word in reference to his mom. My heart broke for my best friend.
“I can’t believe I’m loosing you to a bunch of spandex clad boys for the next six weeks.” I mumble into Jake’s chest. These Nelson boys like their bear-hugs I can tell you. Over the last two years Jake had developed the lean muscular physic of a football player, and his hugs now felt like he could easily crush me if he squeezed a little too hard.
“You’re just jealous because you wanna perv on all my hot team mates.” He grins and ruffles my hair. I huff and pull away from him, trying to fix my hair a little.
“Dick.” I stick my tongue out at him. “But seriously, Jakey, let me know how things go with, y’know.” I gesture towards his dad with my chin. His grin drops and he nods. I pull him in for another hug as our plane gets called.
“Come on George. See you guys later. Great holiday yet again! Call you later, James.” My dad starts pulling me towards our gate. “Have fun at camp Jake!”
I turn back and wave before the crowd swallows me up.