today was the last day here and after a week and a half here I had seen the beautiful nature, snorkelled, seen waterfalls, swam in abundance, built a new relationship with Max but most importantly, I had gotten to know myself again.
i had been talking to george all morning and he decided to pick me up at the airport. I tried to argue with him because he was going to see me with Max but no matter what lie or excuse I pulled, George had made up his mind. i joked that he missed his sister but then he got defensive which revealed i was right.
Max and I packed our bags so that we had the rest of the day to just take it easy. I had almost finished packing but I noticed that some of my clothes were missing. I looked all over my bedroom but couldn't find it anywhere. I went out to the bathroom and checked there but nothing was there either. I started to get tired and knocked on Max's door and stepped inside.
"Max"
"yes Bee?"
"have you seen my white sweater I had on last night?"
"uh yeah about that"
"Max what have you done"
"I was swimming last night in the pool and your shirt was there on the sun lounger. when I sat down and ate the fruit that was left the juice happened to get on your shirt and it's kind of ruined now"'
"you are joking?"
"I'll buy you a new one"
"I hope so or I will destroy your dear Red Bull shirts"
"as if"
"don't test me"
he laughed at me and I went back to my bedroom annoyed and dragged my bags out to the hall and then I went to the living room and put on some music. it didn't take long before my body was drawn into the music and I stood up and started dancing.
I heard Max open the door so I stopped dancing and turned the music down. I apologized if I disturbed him but he just laughed again. I started the music again and before Max could slip away I went over and took his hand and pulled him towards the open space so he could dance with me.
at first he just stood there checking me out but after a few hesitant seconds he slowly started to soften. I held his hands and swung them back and forth while laughing at his stiff movements. he pulled one hand away and with the other he wrapped around me.
we both laughed as i tried to spin him but failed. the whole situation was cozy and cute. we continued to dance around the living room with smiles on both of our faces and our laughter almost drowning out the music.
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As if | Max Verstappen
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