summer boy ~ tal fishman ✓

~46~

'So promise me you won't meet a beautiful Hawaiian girl that you'll fall in love with, get married and have three kids with in the time that I'm gone.' 'That's not even possible.' 'Shush, don't be smart now, just promise.' 'I'm not going to promise I'm not meeting a pretty Hawaiian girl. I can't do anything about that', Tal says with a smirk.

I furrow my brows. That's not very reassuring. 'Just kidding, babe. Chill. I'm not going to get a new girlfriend there. Except if you want me to.' 'No, I don't want you to get a new girlfriend, Tal,' I reply quickly. He just smiles as a response. Then he pecks me on my cheek.

'I'm going to miss annoying you', Tal adds. 'Nice to know. You should say something sweeter at this moment, you know. This is a very dramatic moment in my life', I try to say with a dramatic accent. Don't know what a dramatic accent is, but I just attempted it. 'Sure it is.' He gives me another peck on my lips. 

'Your parents are kind of subtly staring which isn't so subtle', Tal whispers into my ear. 'That's my mom for you. You better get used to it', I tease him. 'We have been saying goodbye for the past ten minutes, I'm going to miss my own flight this way', he replies. I roll my eyes. 

I'm going to miss him, definitely. I look into his pretty eyes, trying to remember every green speck in them because I won't be seeing them this close-up in a while. I smile and he does the same back. Then I pull him into another hug. It sounds like a ritual or something. To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing.

I let him go. Then I start walking through the gates towards security. I turn around one more time and wave. He is still standing at the same place while looking at me and he waves back. I take a deep breath in and turn around the corner. If my mom is going to bring up this topic now, I'm not ready. Please let her use her mom-radar or something to sense now isn't the time. 

Thankfully, our three chairs on the plane weren't all next to each other. Two were, but the other was a few rows in front of those two. Somehow, I convinced my parents to let me get the chair alone. It took a while, but I got it.

Not so thankfully, I'm sitting next to some middle-aged man. Which wouldn't be so bad except for he clearly didn't want to socialize even the slightest and was wearing way too much of his cologne which will definitely leave its smell on me. His not-wanting-to-socialize got to the point that where when I asked him the time –he was wearing a way too expensive-looking watch which matched with his suit– or smiled politely he wouldn't respond. He just kept looking at his phone or in front of him. Ok. Nice to know you want to make friends here. Not.

The plane finally takes off. I grab the blanket I took with me and snuggled deeper into it. It's so soft, I love it. I look outside the window I'm seated next to. I can feel the tiredness wash over me and I fall asleep while the buildings and people continue to shrink. 

I wake up and rub my eyes. The plane is dark, so you can sleep easier. I sit up a bit straighter. The man next to me is also asleep. Just like nearly everyone on this plane. I grab my earphones and phone and put on some music. I try to fall asleep again, but I'm not tired anymore due to the fact I just slept. 

I grab one of my favorite books and start reading it again with my flashlight I packed. It's probably the sixth time reading this book now or something. I know exactly what's going to happen but that doesn't stop me from re-reading it over and over again. It's just a really good book.

I hear someone saying something. I open my eyes and realize I fell asleep again. Thankfully. It's one of the only ways to keep busy and effectively kill time. And it's useful. Because if I don't keep busy, I'll start thinking about how I miss Tal already. I really do. It's only been a few hours. I sigh.