After a week together at the gold coast, my family and I had to leave, and so did he. It was hard to watch the beach go as we drove away but it was even harder to watch his him stand at the bottom of the stairs of the hotel, watching us drive away. Before we left, I helped him pack his suitcase so he could actually fit all the stuff he brought with him, plus the stuff he bought while we were there. He was horrible at packing, lucky for him I was good at all the stuff he wasn’t good at, like packing for instance. I didn’t know if he actually needed my help or just didn’t want me to leave. I didn’t want to leave either. Almost the whole car trip home I had by headphones in and my head buried in a pillow, crying while listening to those sappy love songs that I had hated so much before I met him. Every so often I would remember something from the week that had just come to an end and I would smile, and then I would cry even more.
Monday
Monday was the day my family and I arrived to the Gold Coast. We hadn’t been at our hotel room for 20 minutes before there was a knock at the door.
What the heck, I thought to myself as my dad got up and answered the door.
“Uhm hey I’m not sure if I got the right room..” said the stranger from the doorway, his voice trailing off in confusion.
That voice is so familiar, I thought as I got up to see who it was. I quickly locked my phone and put it in my pocket before pulling my jumper over my head and down my body as I asked my dad who it was.
“Sorry I must have the wrong room” said the same guy again. I knew that voice. Jarred.
“Jarred?” I questioned, finally getting my jumper down off my head, unconsciously running my fingers through my hair to make it seem presentable-ish.
“So I don’t have the wrong room then?” he laughed as I pushed my way past my dad to stand in front of Jarred.
“It’s okay dad, he’s my friend” I reassured my dad and with a nod, he left us alone. I took my time looking at Jarred from head to toe.
Gosh he’s still really attractive.
“Want to go get something to eat?” he asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Mum, dad, I’m going out, be back before sundown!” I called as I quickly grabbed my purse and ran out the door.
We never did end up getting something to eat.
Tuesday
I had gotten home the night before right as the sun started to set. I still wasn’t ready to introduce my family to Jarred.
“Are you going to go and hang out with your friend again today Ali?” my mum asked when I walked out of my bedroom into the hotel room kitchen at almost lunch time.
“Hmm maybe.” I mumbled as I opened the cupboard and pulled out the box of frosty flakes and the coconut milk yoghurt from the fridge. I spooned a bit of yoghurt into a bowl and poured some frosty flakes on top.
“What’s his name anyway?” mum had interrogated.
“Jarred.” I mumbled around a mouthful of food. “But I’m not going to talk about him to you mum, not now.”
After my breakfast, or lunch whatever you want to call it, I had gone for a shower, my hair badly needed to be washed. When I got out I walked to my room, wrapped in nothing but a towel, closing the door behind me and fumbling for the light switch in the dark. I finally found it and I screamed slightly at what, or more so who, was on my bed.
