We kinda missed you...sort of...
The airport was teeming with bustling people. Some pulling along suitcases, others waving their hands around, some leaning on the rails spiriting the arrivals from them and yelling at their loved ones.
His heart started beating really fast as he walked out through the door into the arrivals. He couldn’t figure out why. He had been away before, for longer too. But as he walked it sped up more and more, got louder and louder until it was louder than the crowd around him. He couldn’t see beyond the sea of people, like a massive wall barring him from the exit.
“Jellal!”
He turned his head. A smile broke out over his face —
and then a blur crashed into him, legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck and face buried in his neck. Jellal stumbled backwards, one arm automatically rising to hold the other up as his smile grew wider. He buried his face in the dark hair, his other hand leaving his suitcase to wrap around their waist.
“Hey, I missed you too, Macbeth,” Jellal murmured.
“Too long,” Macbeth muttered, burying his face further in Jellal’s neck.
Jellal laughed. “Yeah, it was. Where are the others?”
“Dunno,” Macbeth mumbled, “I ran when I saw you.”
His smile grows wider. Macbeth always had been the one to form attachments the least, but he was the one who formed the most sincere and strong attachments. He always the one to miss whoever left the most. And, surprisingly, the most affectionate out of them all.
“JELLAL!”
“JELLY.”
Jellal laughed as the rest of the group crashed into them, hands wrapping around him and people yelling and screaming in his ear. He just laughed, even though they were causing chaos and bringing so much attention to their little group.
“We missed you,” Sorano cooed, pressing up against his side.
“Don’t ever leave for that long again,” Meredy wailed, hugging him from behind, tucking her hands between him and Macbeth.
“I missed you all too,” Jellal said, “but can we let go and go home?”
It took a few minutes, but eventually they all untangled themselves and let him go. Except Macbeth, who had fallen asleep on his shoulder. They all left the airport, everyone talking loudly about how much they had missed him, even though they didn’t love him, at all, no way. Jellal just smiled and laughed with them. They all crowded into Jellal’s seven seater, Erik in the drivers seat, and Jellal squished in the middle of the chaos.
“So how was it?” Erik asked once everyone had calmed down somewhat.
“It was fine, but I would rather have not gone,” Jellal admitted, he smiled, “I missed everyone, a lot.”
Erik smirked at him in the mirror, “of course you did.”
Macbeth snorted from the passenger seat. “Who wouldn’t miss us?” He said softly.
“Oh, your girlfriend will be coming over later tonight,” Sorano said with a giggle, leaning over the seat to smirk at him.
Jellal flushed a bright tomato red. “She’s not my girlfriend!” He yelped, glaring at the white haired woman.
Sorano shrugged and leaned back. “Sure fooled me.”
“They are boyfriend and girlfriend, they just don’t know it yet,” Meredy said with a snicker.
“Guyyys,” Jellal whined.
“I believe you and Erza are meant for each other, oh yeah!” Richard exclaimed.
Jellal groaned and banged his head against the back of his seat. But as annoying as they all were, they were still his family. He loved them, even with their unending teasing, even with their slightly psychotic tendencies.
“Let’s go home.”