I'm Gonna Miss You

Chapter 42: Game Day

I grooved to the music in my room as I played with the trimmings of my white camisole that covered a quarter of my denim shorts. Turning to my shoes with an exaggerated spin, I made my way to the end of my bed. As I finished tying the black laces of my matching runners, I grabbed my phone off the top of my desk and headed for the bathroom. I ran my hands through my hair, preparing myself for the exhausting adventure of tying my hair into a ponytail.

As I pulled the black hair tie off my wrist, I couldn't stop smiling at the memories that swayed through my mind. The entire weekend had, so far, been magical. It had been better than anything I had ever dreamed of. After becoming official with Dylan last Friday, we spent the entire Saturday in each other's company. Luckily enough, both my parents and grandparents planned their own day out at a formal event that I wasn't required to go to. This left me with Dylan out on the roof the entire day.

Dylan and I spent the entire day cuddling and talking, with tiny kisses here and there. Okay, that was lie. We kissed more than a bit. But I couldn't help myself! After denying my feelings for so long I was finally able to call Dylan my boyfriend. The name that still sent tingles down my spine when I referred to him that way. Not to mention, him kissing me that night ignited an addiction inside me.

The only time we had left the roof yesterday was when we had to get a blanket due to the breeze starting to pick up. Clouds had begun to cover the golden rays of the sun, as winter rolled faster towards our tiny town. I wasn't complaining though, believe me, I wasn't. Because that sudden burst of cool air gave me the excuse to cuddle closer to my boyfriend.

My thumb hit the home button on my phone, checking for a message from Kyan as I walked out of my room, quietly shutting the door behind me. We hadn't had the chance to have a proper conversation since that one rushed phone call two days ago. Tony was probably keeping her distracted since it was their "monthsary".

As I neared the kitchen, a subtle sizzling rang through my ears. My eyes met those of my mother's who was standing behind the stove, cooking eggs and bacon for breakfast. "Ola, senorita!" I greeted, rolling my tongue as I spoke.

"Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?" She chuckled.

"Well, someone's in a great mood, I see." I teased, my face having 'sarcasm' written on it.

My mother pushed my cheek away with a soft touch of her hand. "Hush, hush." I walked towards the fridge to get a glass of water. "What are you doing up this early?"

I glanced at the clock to see that the little hand still hadn't passed 7. "I'm going to watch the game, remember?"

"Oh, right." She said with a small nod. "Are you heading out now?"

I took a sip of my water before talking into the glass. "Are you trying to get rid of me?" To this my mother only laughed. "I'll leave in a bit." I said, walking back to her side. "Sorry for staying." Her hip nudged mine in an attempt to stop my self-deprecating jokes. "Where's everyone else?"

"In bed." She stated.

"Why? Shouldn't you all be gathered around the table around this time?"

"They've all got terrible hangovers." The water caught in my throat as I heard this.

My grandparents and my dad had hangovers? I rushed towards the sink, holding my glass to my side as my hand cupped beneath my nose. The water I had just sipped, was now dripping out of my nostrils. The stinging sensation in my throat wouldn't stop as I coughed up the liquid that had gone down the wrong pipe. With the amount of water I basically snorted, I was sure I could smell the ocean.

"I'm so glad that I raised such a classy young lady." My mom laughed at her own joke as I remained bent over the sink.

My hand released the cup onto the counter and searched for a rag as I cleaned myself up. "How did they get hangovers?"