summer boy ~ tal fishman ✓

~49~

I lay my head down on the couch. I hope I can fall asleep again. I've still got nine hours to kill. I should just go to sleep. It is the best way to kill time. And it's useful for your body. I've been on my phone too much texting Meredith, FaceTiming her and just pointlessly scrolling through Instagram, so my battery is at a low percentage now. I just put it in the charger and force myself to try to sleep.

I stole my father's jacket and taken off my shoes. I look at the ceiling, laying on my back on the couch. I'm not that comfortable like this. I roll on my side and slightly pull my knees to my chest. This is more comfortable...

'Sweetie, wake up. It's lunchtime. You need to eat!' Mom. Is she serious? I'm not going to do anything, can she please leave? I was sleeping. I grunt at her, now she has to understand I'm mad. The grunt is a very clear indicator. Somehow, she doesn't get it. 'Stand up, Julia. Go eat something. You've slept for a few hours now.' I groan again and sit up. I'm still squinting my eyes, the lights here are so bright compared to the darkness I just woke up from.

I follow my mom to the buffet. Okay, they've literally got boiled eggs here. And toast. Even cake! What? This is so luxurious. I like this. Can I just have this at home? Every time I have lunch, I'll get to choose what to eat instead of possibly not having anything. I didn't think I'd say it, but this really was worth getting up. 

I grab some food and head back to my couch. It has become my property, if I may say so myself. My phone probably is fully charged right now. I still miss Tal. Very badly. I keep on thinking about how I could be with him right now if it wasn't for the stupid flight that decided to cancel on us. I eat my lunch on the couch while going through the two Snapchats I got since I last checked this morning. I'm very popular indeed.

After I'm done eating, someone takes my plate to go bring it to the kitchen. Can we have that at home as well? That way I won't ever have to do the dishes again, I'll just ask them. That would be nice. They can work alongside the chef I was planning to kidnap from Italy.

I plug in my earphones and put on Sherlock. I need to waste time somehow and I know I've watched the episodes way too many times for it to be considered somewhat normal, but it's still nice to see those murders being solved. Even though I already know who did it.

'Julia, wake up. Julia. The plane is going to leave soon. If you get on the plane, you'll be able to see Tal again tomorrow.' I sit up. 'What?' I ask sleepily and I sit up while rubbing my eyes. I open them after sort of getting used to the light and see that my dad is laughing at me. Like, really hard. If he's going to laugh any harder he'll probably be rolling on the ground or something. 'I know how to wake you up now', he says in between his laughs. I frown at him. He's been teasing me with having a boyfriend ever since he found out.

I can't frown at the sight of my dad laughing this hard so I join in after a few seconds of me pretending to be mad at him. When he calms down a bit, he gives me a hug. 'You know I wasn't kidding, right? I now have found the perfect way to get you out of bed on Saturday morning to go hiking with me', he says.

I roll my eyes after letting him go and start packing my stuff. Well, packing is a large word. I basically stuff everything I can back into my backpack and the rest that won't fit into my suitcase. I probably am not going to be reading that book on the plane anyways.

I start thinking about how many times my parents woke me up today. I don't even know, I lost count. Probably because I was asleep a lot. I've slept so much today I'm surprised I was still tired. I didn't even know it was humanly possible to sleep that much in one day. Right now, I don't feel tired at all. I think those small bits and hours together equal about one night's sleep.

We head over to the gate and wait until we are able to board the plane. When we are finally allowed to do so, I'm really happy. One, I slept way too much today and two, I'll get to see Tal again tomorrow. I wish I could see him today, though. But he said he has volleyball tonight, so he can't pick me up. And by the time I'll be home, it'll be 'too late to even think about going outside, especially alone', if I quote my mom. My dad didn't really have an opinion on it.