Martin Garrix Imagines

When I met you in Ibiza Pt.4

Luana's POV:
3AM:
"Should I take you home in my car?", Maria asks me.
"No, it's okay."
"Fine, but take care of yourself."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine.", I reassure her.
My flat is close to the Ushuaïa Hotel, it takes me about 15 minutes to get home.
"Okay, see you Lu.", she says and gives me a tight hug.
"Please drive carefully.", I plead before she gets into her car.
"I will.", she smiles and closes the door.
I wave as she drives away.

The night was great, I haven't been at such a good party for ages. The atmosphere was simply amazing, the music couldn't be any better and there was a lot of alcohol.
Even though Martin invited us, we didn't see him, but still the party was great.

Somehow I realize now, that this is my last summer here in Ibiza. I've lived here my whole life long, I will miss it.
I will miss the hot summers, the breezy winters, the sound of waves, the people, but most of all the beautiful sunrises and sunsets. I use to watch them whenever I can. The view makes me always forget about my problems and sorrows. It's a natural painkiller.

I start walking the Playa d'en bossa down, the streets are still crowded. In the night people use to go out more, because it's a little bit colder than during day. Tonight it's really fresh, good that I have a cardigan with me. While walking down the street I look a little bit around, enjoying the beauty of my hometown. Music blares out of the speakers and I hear people cheering to the music.

While I continue my way home my ears investigate all those different languages that can be heard. That's a magical thing about Ibiza, it unites the people from all over the world.

I am close to the crosswalk now, that I have to cross. The traffic light is red and the cars are speeding the street down. I stop and wait for the traffic light to turn green.

While waiting I look around and spot a boy sitting on a bench. He holds a Belvedere bottle in his hand and stares at it.
Somehow he reminds me of somebody.
I can't quite tell, where I know him from.
He has a black cappy on and wears a black t-shirt. As I see his eyes I recognize him.
It's Martin.
But what is he doing here? All by himself?
Without thinking a lot, I get closer to him.

"Hey...Martin, right?", I ask uncertain.
In the blink of an eye he raises his head and his gaze meets my eyes. It's him. "Hey...Luana?", he asks and puts the bottle down to the ground.
"Yes, you still remember my name.", I say with a smile.
"Of course, I can't forget such a beautiful name of such a pretty girl.", he winks.

Oh no help, I am sure that I am red like a tomato now. But thankfully it's dark enough, so he probably can't see.

"What are you doing here...alone?", I try to change the topic and cross my arms in front of my chest.
"I needed some time for myself.", he answers and it seems that something's bothering him. The way his gaze softened tells me that he's probably not in the best mood.
"Well maybe I should go now...I mean if you want to be alone.", I say.
I would like to know what's going on, but I don't even know him. Maybe it's really better for me to leave.

"No, wait!", my body stops immediately at his words. I turn around and look at him, his eyes fixated on me.
"I...please stay.", his words come out quiet and they sound hurt.
What just happened? What made him so depressed?
I can't tell, maybe it's only the alcohol, that makes him talk to me like that. Instead of leaving I decide to stay and take a seat beside him, I've been wearing high heels all day and night long, I can't stand anylonger.