The Reckless Runners, the Band that took World by storm. Topping every music chart, selling out stadiums and rocking every major event in the Northern Hemisphere.
This is the story of how they fell.
I walked towards the man in the suit that was standing quite authoritative in the front of the baggage claim. His hands were clasped behind his back with his dark sunglasses covering his eyes. He was tall and had broad shoulders that towered tall, similar to Hodgins.
"That's me." I muttered so only he could here as I walked near his side.
There were people swarming all around us; pushing and shoving all in a hurry to get to their luggage and bags. The man nodded towards me and took the suitcase from my hands and started walking towards the sliding doors to our left; leaving me in the mix of all the people.
Swinging my backpack on, I walked behind him at a noticeable distance
The 9 o'clock late September air hit me as we walked towards the awaiting car a few rows back. From passed experiences I knew Chase had sent an all black SUV with tinted windows. He opened the door to the Tahoe for me, before placing my luggage and backpack in the hatch. The man stayed quiet the whole ride, the drivers hardly ever spoke unless spoken to first. We flew through the city and towards the boy's houses. All of the boys had houses in the same area, but not in the same neighborhood. Chase's was a two story house with a deck; it was the furthest house from downtown. The man, who was still silent, took my bags to the sidewalk when we reached Chase's house. He bid me a silent goodbye and was off flying down the road.
Taking a deep breath, I walked up the walkway to the door.
Eyeing the beautiful house, I thought of the endless midnight calls and Skype sessions with Chase as he had the house built, back when I was 17, almost eighteen. I helped pick out everything from the carpet, cabinets and even the coffee cups.
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The door swung open, hitting my suitcase before I could even knock. Jaxon emerged, gathered me into a hug, squeezing me tight. Chase and Fletcher both appeared in the doorway from behind Jax, both holding solemn faces. From the dark circles under their eyes and the messy hair on their heads, I knew that they hadn't slept hardly at all since the news broke.
"I missed you." Jax whispered, hugging me tighter. I nodded into his shoulder, holding back my tears. Jaxon, along with my brother, had been my best friends for years. My life was not complete without Jax. I knew that he would always be 'my one.' We understood each other, on a whole other level, that most people associated with soulmates. My grandma's eclectic neighbor once even pointed it out at a family BBQ. Granted I had known him since I was just shy of seven, we knew all that could be known about each other. Being only one year older than me, we spent a lot of time together when we were younger and as they started to tour more and more I always flew out and joined them when I could.
He squeezed me into another hug and then let Fletcher pulled me into a hug. As always he pulled my feet off the ground and shook the life out of me.
"Hey Angel."
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I missed these boys so much.
"Hey Fletch." I whispered back.
Right as Fletcher put me down on two feet, they ushered me into the house, closing the door and the heat out.
It was different, so different.
My breath was ragged and short, but I knew Beck would have been here if he had any choice to be. Beckett was always the third one to hug me, always. I bit my tongue, remembering their joke about the order of hugs they created so long ago.
Jaxon disappeared with my bags down the hall, while Fletcher sat on the leather couch, his feet propped on the coffee table in front of him. The house was fairly clean, although you could tell all the boys were staying here, instead of their own houses. From the laundry piled and littered on the floor in the laundry room. to the dishes in the sink, pilled three dishes higher than the counter. There were random cupboards open and a few empty beer bottles littered the island. Even some hand towels were laying on the floor by the half bathroom by the hall closet.
"Cass?"
I turned to Chase who smiled slightly, his eyes dull and seeming lifeless; nevertheless he pulled me into a hug. My heart broke all over again. He gave me one last squeeze before letting out of the hug.
"How were your flights?" He asked, holding my upper arms. I could tell that he had not been sleeping. His dark circles around his eyes and his ragged clothes were a dead give-a-way.
"Good, Denver was a pain- as usual."
Chase laughed quietly, pulling me into another hug. "I missed you."
"I missed you too."
Pulling out of the hug, Chase rubbed his neck and walked to the living room to turn the light off by Fletcher on the side table.
"I'm sure you are tired, Jax got your room ready." He called as he threw a blanket towards Fletcher on the couch. Fletcher caught the blanket with ease and covered his legs. I smiled, tired was an understatement, my flight was a little over five hours; but the layover in Denver was pure horror.
I, too, had not slept in a few days. Everything reminded me of Beck. The food I ate, the quilt on my bed his mom made me, the perfume he bought me for my birthday, even my screen savor on my phone was a photo of us all.
"Goodnight Fletcher." I stammered as I choked down a sob.
His hand waved from the couch as he rolled over to look at me. "Goodnight Cassa."
The room I always stayed in was the only room on the first floor and was larger than it looked. It had a 40" television hanging on the wall and it's own bathroom with a walk in closet in the back. Chase had it built big enough in hopes I would move out West for college and live with him. After I got a big scholarship back home, almost four years ago now, I stayed in South Carolina. I just could not find it in me to give up the free money.
Jaxon stood looking at my luggage awkwardly in the doorway to my room. My heart that was already broke in two, shattered more at the sight of him.
"Jax?" I asked quietly, in hopes not to scare him.
He spun around looking terrified, his right hand clenching his heart. "Jeez Cass, you scared me."
"Sorry." I mumbled sheepishly. I walked into the room and took my pajamas out of my bag that Jax sat down against the closet. I watched as Jax stayed silent in the middle of the room. If my heart could break anymore, it would have. The redness of his eyes and his red blotchy cheeks told more of his story than any words could.
