In The End

Chapter 16

The next morning I woke up with a smile on my face. Even though Alessandro had to work today we were on good terms again. Plus it meant I had the whole day to myself. I grab my phone, keys and art stuff and pack them all into my spare bag. I shrug on a white off the shoulder tank top and high waist lace spliced shorts. I slip on white thongs and a gray open front knit Duster cardigan. I slip on shades, grab my bag and head towards the beach. Once I get there I position myself on a sun lounger, carefully placed in the shade and propped up by a million cushions. I sip a cocktail of what tastes like lemonade, coke and fanta with a tiny umbrella and a cherry on the side provided by a very cute topless waiter with sun kissed brown skin, efortless wavy blonde hair and blue eyes and I sketch a portrait of the beach, shading in the screaming gulls scanning the shoreline for picnics to nab titbits from and the fat woman, clutching a chunky baby guzzling a bottle of juice by the water. I sketch couples and families of all shapes and sizes and I sketch the sea lined with tiny boats in the far off distance. Halfway through the morning I run out of cocktail and head to the bar. The waiter pushes his coworker who was about to serve me aside making me smirk. I order a berry smoothie and sit on one of the stools at the bar, summoning the courage to eye flirt with the guy. He reveals to me that his name is Martin and passes me a huge smoothie studded with fruits and tiny dollops of whipped cream. 'What the Hell I didn't-' I begin to say but he just walks away and serves another customer. He winks at me when he looks back and I smirk, taking the smoothie and sashaying back to my sun lounger, making sure to swing my hips and bring out the fullness of my butt. I hear a few wolf whistles and blush, hurrying back to my seat. I start on another picture but this time it's not in front of my eyes. I sketch my mother swimming daintily in the sea, her long hair tied up, her tanned body beautiful in her slimming black swimming costume, I sketch my father wearing his funny Arabian swimming trunks he purchased on a business trip,lounging on a sunbed with a book on his lap and his sunhat over his eyes giving the effect that he's fallen asleep in the sunlight and I sketch in me and Cassia huddled together on the lounger next to him, giggling as he starts to burn. I finish the painting and when I shut my sketchbook I'm boiling hot. I run to a changing cubicle, slipping into my ruby red swimsuit with the tiny daisies I've had since I was 14. I come out, twisting my hair into a topknot and fastening it with a clasp. When I go back to my sun lounger hours later, dripping wet I find Martin there, flipping through my sketchbook. I pretend to be annoyed and slap his arm when he just smirks, grabbing my stuff and heading back towards the hotel but I can't stop the grin on my face. 

Hey. Two Chapters in a fudging row YAYYYYYYYYS. I'll probably work on another chapter tonight (cuz I'm an owl) and publish more tomorrow. Comment, Follow and Vote. BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES.