Snippet #857891

OOC: (Means out of character by the way, Skittz) I love you Skittz. :)

IC: (In character, S) Holly looked back towards where Tamara was standing to see that she had been joined by none other than Jason Hunt. He was tall, as ever, good looking and well built. It seemed his routine on the ship had stuck and he was taking care of himself. He had a rugged sort of look to him, which could have been because he'd only just got up and hadn't bothered to shave or style yet, but it suited him. His semi-slopey personality and gravelly voice made him the complete package of the puppy on a leash waiting to be training.
"No one has called me that in years Jason," Holly looked at the floor and managed to serupticiously wipe a tear from the corner of her eye thinking back to the time she spent with Eddy and Jason during the endless days and ceaseless stretching nights of the cruise. She tried to remember if she ever spent any time sleeping, but knew she must have since she remembered waking up to the sun beginning to beam into her room. She remember a hundred sunrises in just one memory frame. She thought of the morning she woke up with Eddy and Jason sleeping on the floor beside her. One was against her bed, the other against the wall, she was curved like a baby between it's parents, huddled close to both.
Holly took a deep breathe, preparing to deliver the news to Jason that she and Eric were no longer, and she felt her heart beat strangly in her chest. Even after all this time, admitting it to someone else made it more real, and the nightmare of her looming wedding seemed to draw closer and closer until it would consume her. Not only that, but it would become her life. Her mother and Matt had already laid out the plan. There was the wedding, the honeymoon, and over the course of the following seven years, the plan was to have four, maybe more, children. Holly would stop working and tend to the children, leaving Matt as the sole breadwinner for the family. Holly hated the plan, but she couldn't speak out against any of it without fear of making everything collapse. Her life was a lie, but it was the lie she started. She had made her bed, she had to tuck herself in for the long haul.
"It wasn't just you who left after we graduated Jason. I left too. Eric and I, we tried emailing and things at first, but, I don't exactly know why but we just kind of stopped. I was dating Matt for two years, so he propossed and it seemed like the right thing to do. Get married. It's what people do, isn't it? So, let's stop with all this talk, it's depressing." Holly jumped up from her seat and spread her arms to engulf Jason, "I want my hug. After all this time you owe me at least one." As Jason pulled her into his iron grip Holly felt a little more of her sense of home returning. "So, what have you been up to then?"
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Matt paced into the kitchen and fixed himself a bowl of porridge. His brain swam with ideas of where Holly could be until he settled on one spot. The place where she grew up. Matt didn't know why he never thought of it before; hadn't considered the boyfriend that broke her heart as a threat to their marriage. He had to find her before she spoke to him, or did something even more stupid. If he saw her now, and realised what he had thrown away. Matt threw his spoon down into his bowl making the skim milk splash onto the glass table.
He couldn't let that happen. Half an hour later he had an over night bag in the trunk of his car and was speeding down the motorway, over twenty miles an hour faster than the speed limit. He was going to find Holly, he'd find her, bring her back. It was the only option he could see.