Blue Moon (gxg)

July 1 - Seven days (1)

It was 6 a.m. 1st of July.
My eyes were still puffy from sleep while I drank my latte.
"I don't know how you drink so little coffee in the morning." He said to me, wearily leaning his back against the uncomfortable chair in the café.

"Are you on your second?" I asked.
"Yeah, and it's only 6 a.m." He replied, crinkling his eyes.

His blue eyes were red and veined with violet hues, a sign that he was tired too from the sound the alarm clock made at 4 a.m.
Last night, we had a quiet dinner in front of the tv, then he fell asleep on the sofa and stayed there all night.
I slipped into bed, but pre-departure anxiety had gotten the better of me and I practically didn't sleep at all.

It was now 6:30 a.m. when we got up from the airport bar to head to our gate.

Number 6, Hawaii.
More or less a five-hour flight from California.

As we got in the line, he wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me close. "We're almost there...this is going to be great." He smiled as the line for the plane ahead of us grew shorter and shorter.

As we reached the aisle, I stared at the plane that would take us to one of the most beautiful islands America could offer us and to one of the most beautiful resorts on the coast.

What more could I have wanted? I had everything a 23-year-old girl could ask for.
Still...

We finally sat down in our assigned seats.
I let him take the window seat because I knew he'd soon be staring out at the clouds.
He took my hand: "Shit, I am as excited as I've ever been in my life!"

I smiled, hiding my face in the crook of my neck: "I can see it in your eyes that you are happy..."

"Are you too? Tell me yes, otherwise, I will lose my mind..." He asked.

Joe had this habit of anticipating my answer so that I would say what he wanted.

"Yes." I answered, short and to the point.
His phone lit up in his hands and he read the text: "Leo wished us a good trip."

"Out of your friends, he is the only one I like... when did you say he's coming?"

Joe snorted, but laughed under his breath. "His girlfriend is coming too... you'll see, we'll have a great time. They will arrive tonight."

"If you say so," I replied tightening my belt under my belly as the steward admonished us.

Joe turned to me impatiently:
"Look, I know you're a lot more shy than I am, and you don't make friends right away but... we'll be just a couple having fun together with another couple in a resort... for this week."

The couple Joe was talking about and with whom we would spend that entire week, were his best friend Leo and his girlfriend.
When Joe had first proposed it to me, I had not been all that enthusiastic...

Leo was his best friend, the person with whom he had bonded both professionally and amicably for these past 10 years.
They were also partners in a society that they practically created from scratch.

So I understood why Joe cared about it so much, and I went along with it...

So we would stay a week with them, just the four of us...

And on the seventh day,
the last day,
there would be our wedding.

Joe was surrounded by friends and colleagues, because he's very outgoing.
On the other hand, I had like two friends...
July, my friend since middle school, and Delilah, I met her 6 years ago during a party.
I was alone and annoyed having a drink, and she started talking to me out of nowhere, from that day on she became my best friend.