Chapter Eight
Sissies in Sicily
On Saturday, I woke to find that I had a text from Nat asking me to meet him at the park. I got ready and walked to the park. When I got to there, I saw Nat swinging lightly on the swings. I knew he'd be at the swings as it was kind of our place (it was where we'd decided to be a couple). When he saw me, he got off of the swing and came towards me. He pulled me into his strong arms and hugged me tightly. I hugged him back, leaning into him and enjoying his warmth and comfort. When I pulled away, I smiled at him and headed for a bench, guessing that he was following me. He was. I sat down and he sat beside me. "So, when d'you leave?" Nat asked.
"Ummm, we leave home at half three, take off at six and land at nine twenty-ish. Joyous, eh?" I replied.
"Oh, indeed."
"Yeah. Well, I'm gonna' go now because I've not even started my packing yet."
"Leaving it a bit late, aren't ya'?"
"I'm like that though - leave it until he last minute, sorta' thing. I thought you would've known that."
"And I'm the forgetful type. Even you should know that."
"Yeah. Well, I'm gonna' go. See ya'." I stood up and Nat stood up as well. He hugged me and, when I pulled away, kissed me lightly on the cheek. I then walked towards the gates and looked over my shoulder, waving at Nat as I went. He waved back and beamed me a huge smile.
When I got home, I ran upstairs and unzipped my suitcase. I then plonked it on my bed and went over to my wardrobe. I pulled out all of the new things that I had brought with Sal and chucked them into my suitcase. I then grabbed my wash bag and took it into the bathroom. My toiletries were currently being piled into the bag and then I grabbed my make up bag. I went back into my room and chucked my wash bag into my suitcase. My make up bag I set by my mirror next to my hair brush and jewellery for tomorrow. I then grabbed my hair product and jewellery box and put it in my suitcase. I also put in a ton of bras, knickers, socks, a pair of PJ shorts and cami, a few odd bits and bobs, my laptop charger and phone charger. I then zipped up my suitcase and put it near my door. Grabbing a large shoulder bag, I put in my lap top (which I'd put on charge last night and all of day today), iPod, digital camera, phone, diary, pencil case,my paperback of P.S I Love You, my sunglasses, my neck pillow and some travel sickness pills. I then went downstairs and grabbed the bag of mints that I'd brought for the plane.The mints in my bag and the bag closed.
"Hey, Sal. You 'kay?" I asked, sitting down on the bed beside her.
"Yeah, I'm good. I'm really excited. What about you?" Sal replied.
"You wouldn't meet a person more excited than I am."
"Good. Are you packed?"
"Of course."
"Really?"
"I just finished. Go and inspect my room, you'll see it's, like, empty. I mean, mega empty."
"Mmm hmm."
At two o'clock, my alarm began to beep away. I slammed my hand on the snooze button and got out of bed. Peeping through the curtains, I saw that it was still totally dark and that the moon still hung high in the night sky. I sighed and went to the shower. The bathroom walls were damp which meant Sal had showered earlier than I had. After I'd showered, I blow dried my hair, pulled on a pair of three quarters and a cami, added some make up, put my jewellery on and lugged my things down the stairs. Several incidents happened on the stairs. The suitcase kept on hitting my shins and crushing my toes. I placed my suitcase, hand luggage and hoody at the foot of the stirs in the hallway. As me and Sal got into the taxi, the driver was loading our things into the boot. I fell asleep in the taxi and woke up to the sound of our suitcases being pulled out of the boot. I pulled on my hoody, shouldered my hand luggage and got out of the car. I grabbed my suitcase and dragged it into the airport.
After getting beeped at the metal detector and being sat next to Sal and some random guy for three and a half hours, we finally landed in Italy. As I stepped off of the plane, the heat instantly hit me in an almighty gust. I put my sunglasses on and walked into the airport. We collected our luggage and were on a bus to our hotel. We were in Sicily and loving it.
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