A Stringed Love Story

Chapter 3 - Waves

He picked up a napkin and wiped the sauce off my forehead and I did the same to him. Then I properly ate the meal, as I took my first proper bite of the spaghetti and mince it was amazing for an old Motel.
There was hardly any on the plate though, it was just a tiny blob in the centre of the White plate, but the taste made up for it. I put my plate to the side, and I looked over to Michael who had also finished his. He nodded towards the window and I turned around. The beach was beautiful, it had the street lights as its guide on the sand with the moon light the guide of the waves. And together somehow it worked. "Would you like to accompany me on a walk on the beach?" He says in his deep voice "Yes"
He stands up and tucks his chair in and leads me outside with his arm around meI bend down to take my shoes off and so does he. Once we finally reach the sand the water crashes at our feet. And we walk along the beach and I glance out at the ocean. I would like to say it was calm but the waves just crashed and even know how big the waves were it was beautiful, "So" he says "Do you like any artists?" "I have an interest for a few artists, I actually can't decide" he nods and smiles down at me. Instead of being in the moment I trip over a shingle and almost hit the ground, until Michael picks me up from the trip. "That was awesome" he says sarcastically "let me try it" he takes a few steps back and dives but takes me down with him and I land on top of him. We both start laughing until I couldn't breathe and tears were slowly coming out of my eyes he hugged me tight to his chest, and we just laid there in silence, this time I didn't get the fuzzy feeling or the butterflies in my stomach we were just laying there, on the beach in silence, if people walked by they might've though we were odd but honestly I thought it was beautiful. Then I roll off him and turn around to see his face and I pull out my phone and take a sneaky shot of him whilst his eyes are still closed and he says "Why do you have to take a photo of me when you can kiss me instead" he says finally opening his eyes. I smile. He smiles, then he leans in and so do I, then our lips meet as light as a feather, but then it gets more intermit and he puts his arms around my waist and I cup his face in my hands, and we finally break apart. "I think I love you" he says in his deep voice. I smile and nod "I think I love you too" I say half giggling
We stand up and we both walk back to the Motel where he pays the bill, I handed him a twenty dollar note but he insisted he paid.
He took me to the car and said "Well that was fun" he says smiling
"I agree" I hop in the car and he takes me home.

When we arrive and I knock mum comes out almost straight away. "Hello" she says to both of us, Mum gives Michael a hug and says "Karen" then I realise they are doing the whole 'meet and greet thing' "Nice to meet you Karen" I smiled at them both but than something hit me on the inside what have I done?! I just met the guy and he's already kissed me what am I doing? I stormed inside ignoring what mum or Michael had to say and walked to my room. I heard the door shut Michaels leaving which is a good thing because I don't want him to persuade me with anything, I heard foot steps to my room and the door opening, it was dad. "Hey what happened down there?" He says
"Dad, I kissed Michael but I didn't want to but I don't know how it happened" I say
"Don't worry Zo" he says
"It's not your first kiss and besides he seems like a real decent guy, you shouldn't be regretting it you should be taking it for granted that it wasn't Jacob"
I nod and he walks out

Jacob was a boy I kissed aged sixteen, I thought he was a nice guy but after the kiss I realised he was in some sort of drug situation that involved the police and me having to go to the station, I got in all sorts of trouble but I had no idea as I thought I loved Jacob.

I felt a vibration on my leg there were two messages.

'Jemima Hancolf left 2 messages'
'Michael Clifford left 1 message'

I slid my phone from my pocket and checked out Jemima's message it wrote
'Hey! I haven't got a postcard yet, but turns out I found some reception here in camp'
and the other one saying
'I actually made a friend too her names Merida and she's from Fiji!'
I didn't type back because she wouldn't get a chance to answer I thought. I looked at Michaels message that wrote; 'I'm sorry I could've gone too far with the I love you thing maybe we should just be friends?' my mouth opened and I took a deep breath and wrote back 'Maybe we should start as friends and then see how it goes?'
I didn't get an answer straight away like I usually would
So I lied in bed, and went to sleep.