summer boy ~ tal fishman ✓

~45~

Can't my alarm please shut up? It's dark outside. I grumble and feel around on my nightstand, but it's not there. I open my eyes and look around where the annoying sound is coming from. Then I see my alarm clock standing on my desk. Oh, I remember now. I put it there yesterday so I wouldn't fall asleep again after turning it off. I know myself too well. 

I turn off the annoying beeps and I yawn. It's really early; around 5.30. Now I have time to shower, eat breakfast and put the last things like my phone-charger, phone, and food in my bag. I yawn once more before I grab the clothes I picked out yesterday and head towards the bathroom to shower. I hope I'll awaken a bit by the shower.

I'm eating breakfast while reading the newspaper. Not much good has happened in the world. There terrorist attacks nearly every month. It's horrible. I feel like I'd rather not hear the news since it's always so negative. But then I'd be living under a rock and if something good happens I'd also not know. 

After I was done brushing my teeth, I don't bother putting makeup on. Too much of an effort for a simple plane trip. Okay, not simple. It's a pretty long trip from LA to Milan. Hence the clothes. I put on an oversized sweater with leggings. It has to be comfortable, right? 

I decide not to do anything with my hair yet. Just let it hang loose. I sit on the couch with my handbag at my feet, doing nothing, looking at the hall door. Please, let Tal get here quickly, so I don't have to be bored anymore. And I won't have to miss him. For about an hour. Then I'll leave for three weeks. 

I grab my tablet and headphones and I start watching his channel on YouTube. I see that Anthony and Michael have joined him in a few videos. I smile. I still haven't watched all of his videos, I think I know what to do when I've got time and WiFi. I'm so proud of him for achieving this. 

After about two videos of his, I get interrupted. I hear the doorbell ring and I stand up and put the tablet away. I get slightly nervous. I hope he won't figure out and I don't seem like that much of a stalker. I walk to the hall and open the front door. And it's the mailman. Not Tal. I'm very disappointed and confused. Since when do mailmen deliver this early? I thank him for the box I get shoved into my hands and I close the door again. 

Not even ten minutes later, the doorbell rings again. My heart starts to race once more. I stand up and open the door. This time it is Tal. He is wearing his glasses and he didn't shave this morning. I stand on my toes to give him a peck on his lips. He smiles back. 

I close the door behind him and see Tal already went to the living room. 'Goodmorning Mr. and Mrs. Dale!' Okay, it's really weird to see him this chirpy this early. He must've had about three cups of coffee. It's really weird to hear him use my last name as well. He never uses my last name. I don't even remember telling him. 

Tal is politely starting a conversation with my parents. My dad seems to like him and my mom was already convinced he's cute but is still skeptical. She just wants me to be happy, I know, but being skeptical against my boyfriend- inner fangirl awakes- isn't going to help my happiness that much.

We all start carrying our bags to our car. When everything is packed, we get into the car. We didn't even have to talk to know my parents were going to sit in front and we were going in the back. It's always that way when we're going somewhere with the car; me in the back, my parents in the front.

My dad closes the front door and puts the keys in the car. I'm already seated with my seatbelt fastened and so is Tal. We were both sitting in a window seat since there wasn't any seatbelt in the middle. I definitely would've taken place next to him if I could, even if it meant sitting with no leg room for the entire ride. 

I smile at him while he's looking out the window. He's so hot, even when he's simply looking out a window. After a few seconds, he notices me creepily observing him and he looks me straight in the eye. Then he flashes me his perfect white teeth and I can't help but smile back.

My parents turned on the radio and our arguing with the radio and each other. It's quite funny; for example, the radio presenter says something my parents disagree with, they start yelling at the radio as if it would hear them. And they start yelling at each other if they don't have the same opinion on something. They always make up, though. It's just some sort of weird game.

I smile at them doing that, it's so normal for me. Tal is quite confused, though. He doesn't understand why they would do that. I don't know. It's always been like that. I sometimes join them, but I'm not feeling like it right now.

I grab Tal's hand, which was in the middle, and I start playing with his fingers. His hands are warm against my small, cold ones. He notices and grabs my hand with both hands in an attempt to warm it up. If only he knew just his touch could do that. 

Tal kisses the top of my knuckles softly and I feel my cheeks heat up. He knows exactly what he does to me. I shake my head and he takes that as a cue to continue. He kisses each of my knuckles separately, still softly so my parents don't notice. They won't, they are too caught up on the route and their discussion. They're making so much noise, they probably wouldn't notice if I'd open the car door.

I shake my head again and slightly pull my hand away from his, only to place it in the back of his neck. He closes his eyes a tiny bit longer than usual, and I smile. He's so adorable. I softly let my fingers run through the hairs on the bottom of his neck. Two can play this game.

After a few seconds, my arm gets tired. I lie down, so my head is on Tal's lap and my legs are folded up under me. He starts playing with my hair and I get tired. The last thing I think to notice before I fall asleep is Tal giving me a kiss on top of my hair.

I awake about half an hour later because of a bump in the road. Not much has changed, my parents are still discussing, quieter now probably because of me sleeping, and Tal is staring at me. It isn't as creepy as it sounds. It's more like cute. 

I yawn and sit up. Then I give Tal a peck on his cheek. He's too cute. I've called him cute way too many times today. Inner Julia, we get it. Tal is the cutest thing ever. You've said it way too many times for it not to be understood. Maybe I should Google synonyms for cute, so it won't be that obvious I use it in nearly every sentence.

I look out the window and see the sun has risen. It's officially day now. Tal and I haven't spoken for nearly the entire trip so I attempt to start a conversation. Well, not attempt, our conversations are almost always really smooth. 

'So, Hawaii. You excited?' I ask him. 'Yes, I'm really excited! Sun and beach all day long. I love the beach, as you probably already knew.' Yep, I knew. He talks about it a lot. And he heads there a lot. Which he proceeds to tell me. Therefore, he talks about it more. A never-ending circle. 

Our conversation turns into a comfortable silence a while later. It's weird talking while my parents are in the car. It's like our conversation sensed that they were there subtly listening in and it decided to die so there'd be comfortable silence again. 

To fill up the silence, I grab my phone and earphones and start to play some music. Halfway through the second song, Tal grabs one of my earphones and places it into his own ear. He slightly nods his head on the beat of the music. It's so cu- no. Don't start it again. We get it. Stop.

We arrive not much later. I place my phone and earbuds in my backpack and I grab my suitcase. Then I sigh. It's getting real, I'm not going to see Tal for three weeks. Call me a drama queen, but you would miss your boyfriend too if he was so hot and cute at the same time, even at this hour of the day. So shhh. Plus, I already know I'm a drama queen, so that makes it less bad. I think. Or worse, I can't decide.

Tal insists on rolling my suitcase, which results in me rolling my eyes. When we're inside the airport, my parents decide they are going to get a cup of coffee. I'm not hungry nor am I thirsty, so I don't join them. Tal sits down on some airport bench not close to the main stream of people and I place my suitcase next to the bench he decided to sit on. 

I don't want to sit on the uncomfortable bench, so I take place on Tal's lap. Way better than that hard bench. Both of my legs are on one side and my side is pressed against his chest. I want to go to Italy since I knew pizza came from there, but I don't want to miss Tal. Choices.