Only You

Chapter 16- Kiss Me Goodbye

'Girlfriend?' I exclaimed, surprised that he'd said that.

'What, you're not his girlfriend?' Nicolas asked.

'No, yeah, yeah I am.' I smiled at Ollie, and he kissed me. Just like that we were official, I guess.

'She is, see.' Ollie pulled me a bit closer.

'You two done it yet then?' Nicolas asked.

'No! We're 13!' Ollie gasped. Nicolas laughed.

'Here in Croatia, 11 or 12 is normal. I'm 12, and I have.'

'Jeez. But I only met her 6 days ago.' Ollie said.

'Only six days? You pulled her that fast?'

'It took one day for me to like him, though,' I told Nicolas.

'One day? Yeah, me too.' Ollie kissed me again, on the forehead this time.

'Are you guys from England then?' Nicolas asked.

'She's from the North, I live in the South. We're quite far apart, unfortunately. And I'm going home tonight.' Ollie looked pretty sad about that one.

'Damn. Girl, you've got a good one. He's cute, I'm jealous, can't lie. He's not as good as my mate over there, though.'

'No, Ollie's better,' with no hesitation, I replied.

'His name's Ollie. Well, Ollie, can I get your snap?' Nicolas did a smooth wink, and I was still in shock at how natural his English was, especially since he was only 12 and he'd grown up in Croatia.

'No, sorry, I'm hers.' He kissed me again. 'We really have to go. It was nice meeting you though, Nicolas.'

We said goodbye to the weird guy and followed the rest of our group back towards the restaurant. Midway back, it started raining heavily.

It wasn't just raining, it was completely and utterly pouring it down, drops pelting on our backs nonstop as we ran back to the restaurant. Maybe wearing a cute, short dress hadn't been a good idea.

Ollie took my hand as I used my free hand to stop the dress from riding up. We were ages away from the restaurant, and eventually, we just gave up running.

The streets of the old down were thin and quite sheltered, all of them quite quiet since the rain had driven everyone back into their homes.

So, at 10pm, the night before Ollie was going home, in the dark, in the rain, in a tiny alley in Omiš, in Croatia, Ollie was dancing. In the rain. With me.

We twirled around, after I told him that I had always wanted to dance in the rain with somebody. He spun me, then kissed me right on the lips, some of the people sat under a shelter at a nearby restaurant clapping.

Neither of us were any good at dancing, though, tripping over onto each other and stumbling around, laughing and splashing in the puddles that were already deepening.

We stopped dancing after a bit, just walking back to the restaurant together in the dark, his arm around my waist, walking close to each other.

When we finally got back in the restaurant, the adults were waiting in on the bottom floor where they'd moved after it had started raining as they couldn't stay on the balcony.

Isabelle, India, Imogen and Tim hadn't got back from the beach bar, where they'd gone to get one last non-alcoholic mojito together, so I said my goodbyes to the other families that were going home that night.

When I was done with saying goodbye to them, the ones that didn't really matter, I went to say goodbye to Ollie.

I promised to myself that I wouldn't cry, that it was all going to be okay, and that was confirmed when he pinkie promised to message me every day he could.