The Cruise of Love

Why Not You?!?

I'm laid in bed, tossing and turning, not able to get to sleep. I don't know if it's to do with the motion of the ship now it's sailing or my mind is just playing up on me. Lana is flat out. I get up to go to the bathroom.

Once I've finished, I'm feeling thirsty. I go back out to the room but don't have any cold drinks left and daren't put the kettle on so I'm thinking about maybe going out for a wonder to see if there's any vending machines or something. The last thing I want to do is to wake Lana up. I find the notepad that was already in the room when we arrived with a pen attached to it so I scribble down a little note for Lana in case she wakes up wondering where I am. I put a pair of lounge pants on, then put on my zip up hoodie and wear my slippers. My eyes squint as I carefully open the door and quietly enter the hallway.
Putting my hand in my pocket, I find the spare room card and a lip balm, which I put on my dry lips. Thankfully it's nice and quiet. I try to familiarise myself with these corridors just in case I get lost finding my way back to my room. I have a habit of either losing stuff or getting myself lost much to everyone else's amusement!

I find the first restaurant but that's shut. Then I find another one but that too is closed. I make my towards the main floor by waiting for one of the lifts. The doors open and just as I'm about to step inside of it, another person ends up crashing into me which nearly knocks me flying into the back of the lift. "wooahhh!" I screech out as I'm trying to steady myself by grabbing hold of the bar that goes right round the lift. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you, are you okay?" I hear a deep male voice from behind me. I turn round to find myself staring into the one person who has been nonstop glaring at me from before I even step onto this cruise ship! "It's okay, I just lost my footing." I feel his glare eyeing me up from my head to my toes. "I can't believe I'm actually here in front of you. You catch my attention every time I see you."

He tells me. If I thought he was attractive from afar, he's even more handsome up close. We just stand face to face, not speaking a word to each other. "I'll be getting out at the main floor lobby." I say out loud, unsure whether I'm telling myself or him. "Do I make you feel uncomfortable?" He asks me. Observing his body language, I would assume he is nervous, maybe. I find myself unable to hide my true thoughts, "yes." A hint of disappointment is evident in his dark eyes. "Why?" My body is telling me to walk away out of this lift but I glance at the little screen above the buttons alerting us that there's still a few floors to go. "You keep staring at me. I don't know why. And it makes me feel uncomfortable because you glare with no expression on your face." I watch as he runs his fingers through his dark hair. "I'm sorry, that wasn't my intention. From the first time I saw you, I was captivated by you and I was curious about you." Okay is all I can think in my head. I'm not sure why he is captivated or curious about me, it's not as if I'm anything special. "But why? I don't even know you or who you are." His laugh is low. "I don't know you either babe. I'd like to know you though." I grip tightly onto the bar behind me as I watch him. "Why are you here?" now it's my turn to laugh which puzzles him by the look on his face. "I'm here because it's our cruise." He informs me. "I'm here because my best friend dragged me with her, apart from the odd song, I don't have any knowledge about the New Kids. The only thing I do know is that my bestie likes Jon, is that his name?!" His expression softens slightly, "that makes sense, you don't have a clue about any of us in the band then, no wonder why you're not fawning all over us like all the other fans are." I nod. He holds his hand out towards me, "well, at least let me introduce myself to you, I'm Danny and you are?" I nervously shake his hand. I'm surprised that his hand grip is quite gentle considering the size of his muscles. "Hi, I'm Frankie." He smiles. His smile brightens up his face. He's endearing when he smiles. "It's nice to meet you, Frankie. Let's start again, shall we? I promise to not glare at you in an uncomfortable manner although I can't help but stare are you." Why does he want to stare at me for when there's all these women on here, my mind thinks to itself. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours, Frankie?" He takes a step closer to me and carefully pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Why me?" He clicks his fingers and takes a deep breath, "why not you? You're stunning. You're not like all the others." My heart races and I suddenly feel a little lightheaded. "I need to go, I'm sorry." Thankfully the lift doors open and I run out. I'm not sure what direction to go but I just let my legs take me to wherever. I fly down some stairs.

I find myself a small alcove where it's dimly lit and sit down. My head is spinning. I can't believe what just happened. I'm confused. What is wrong with me? A guy that I think is handsome has just told me he thinks I'm stunning and I ran out on him like an idiot! God knows what he must be thinking of me. I glance around at my surroundings and I see a few vending machines.