Love Syndrome - Rewritten

15

Brick's P.O.V

We had gone swimming for a few hours and once everyone was exhausted, we all helped out here and there to prepare for lunch. Everything had been pretty normal so far. The conversations were mostly casual, there was some hand holding, a few quick pecks here and there but I had a feeling this tameness (in the whole group - because I know for a fact none of them are usually this reserved) was most likely due to the fact that we hadn't begun drinking yet. 

We would be idiots if we drank and swam. We were alcoholics, but that doesn't mean we were looking to drown. 

The walk had probably been the best part so far. There was this track that led up a small mountain/hill that was next to the accommodations. Almost all the employees had told us that we should see the view from the top, and that it was worth the effort. 

So, despite being drained, alcohol deprived, and in a partial food coma from lunch, everyone decided to not be lazy and miss this opportunity. 

As we had been walking, Day had slipped his hand into mine and with warm smiles on our faces, we walked all the way up without once breaking away from each other. 

Everyone was in awe once we reached the end of the track. 

Our timing had been perfect, as the sun was just beginning to set. 

The tip of the mountain had a lookout point built on it that hovered over the massive cliff, right above the ocean. It was massive, big enough to be the size of Brick's living room at home. They all walked over to the railed lookout point, some scared of looking down, others teasing, but most simply in shock from the jaw dropping view in front of them. 

The lookout faced the wide, vast, open ocean, deep blue shinning with the rays of the sun as it hovered just above the horizon. The sky was cast in a deep pinky orange colour, as the sky directly above them approached a bluer shade. The moon was already out, and it was as though we were at two different places at once. 

To my left, it was night time, with tall trees blocking almost everything, yet providing a beautiful dark outline for the deep blue in the air to blend with, while a few stars started appearing. To my right, the world was lit up in colour. The clouds in the sky added to the range of shades, as the pinks contrasted against the brilliant blues of the sea. 

I barely felt Day sneak his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. He was lucky that I wasn't short, otherwise he would have back problems in the future, I had thought to myself.

A soft smile was back on my face as I heard a deep sigh in my left ear. My whole body relaxed backwards into him, as his did the same, our bodies holding each other up. 

It was hard to describe the feeling you get when you just stare at something so open and large that you feel like a small speck of dust in comparison. 

It felt like I was maybe a part of something much larger than myself yet at the same time, anything I did would not affect anyone else. Like there were no strings controlling my movement; no weight on my shoulders. 

I could tell everyone else felt the same way. 

Living in the city did that to you, especially when you've grown up there. 

Not a single photo was taken - for almost 15 minutes - before we decided we had to hurry before we ran out of daylight. Everyone rushed to get some nice pictures, before we were all practically running down the track, hoping to be back before it was so dark we wouldn't be able to see. We were feeling refreshed, excited, and reborn. Was that overdramatic, yes. Do I care, no. 

Day had been determined to hold my hand, despite obviously being a much better runner than me, and we had ended up laughing as we ran, others doing the same. For some reason, it just felt amazing to be running through the bush, with nothing holding you back. The sound of laugher being the only thing you can hear. 

Unfortunately, the wholesomeness apparently died in the forest because as soon as the bonfire had started - which we had gotten permission for - everyone began drinking almost immediately. 

Now, in the present, here I am, sitting with a cup full of something very strong, in a circle around the warm fire. 

And...we were playing the worst game to have ever existed. Never have I ever. 

Please, kill me. I pleaded in my brain. 

Who even suggested such a cliché game? 

Oh right! My boyfriend's brother. 

Which is great because now I can't even complain. 

I pushed away the accidental slip up of calling Day something he wasn't and forced my attention back to the group as some last few people were joining us on the logs that had been already set up around the area. 

Please let everyone just be super drunk and horny so they decide to end the game and leave. 

"Okay everyone, let's start. Who's going to go first?" Gear's voice overpowered my thoughts as all attention turned to him. 

Night offered to start since he suggested the game in the first place. 

Luckily his was pretty basic, "Never have I ever gotten black out drunk." 

To this, everyone in our group drank, except for Day and Night. 

Well, if this doesn't create a bad image, I don't know what does. 

Day who was sitting next to me notices my hesitant glances at him as I drink, and he simply raises his eyebrows at me. That little gesture, however, has me turning away, feeling my cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment. 

I can't believe I'm feeling insecure about my past decisions around him. 

But I don't want him to judge me...like everyone else does.

I swear I saw a small smirk forming on his face as I turned, which only furthered the heat, which I could now feel in my ears. 

I was pretty sure they were bright red and so I practically drank the whole cup in one go, trying to avoid having to put it down because it was covering my probably red face. 

Ahhh, I hate this stupid game!

As I downed my cup, I quickly got up to get another drink without realising that Day was following me to where we had a table set up with bottles of different alcohols with one large container in the middle holding whatever was in my cup earlier. 

I quickly refilled my cup and was about to chug this as well when a had gently grabbed my wrist and stopped my from doing so.