Chapter 20- Not Good At Good Bye's

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The remainder of the days I was in Hawaii were spent mostly with Oliver. He was good company because we only had short awkward silences, he was funny, and he even laughed at the jokes I said! Which was surprising, sometimes its like I’m talking to a brick wall, but not with him! I've never been good at letting go to things, no matter what the object is. I could pick up a blade of grass, then not wanting to drop it, so I set it down instead. In the back of my mind I knew I had to say good-bye to everyone here at some point, just I don't know how. I never like saying bye, I say 'See you later', and it makes it easier if anything.

     Oliver and I cuddled, joked around, and acted like friends then sometimes even more. Does he do this with girls on every holiday he goes on? Or was I just something... Special? He made me feel like it. Even my brother thinks he's pretty cool, and he doesn't think he's 15 either. A lot I wasn’t used to.

     It being the last day of my trip, and leaving at 1pm, I went to go find Oliver. I walked up to his room and knocked on his door, it took him a few seconds to answer it, but he did, "Maddi! Hey." he chimed.

     "Hi! Can I come in?" I asked

 He looked behind him then quickly then turned back, "Sure." He opened the door more for me to fit in, and only then did I realize he wasn't wearing a shirt, but I didn't complain. I sat down on his bed, and gazed out the window being able to see my room from there. I see Steve standing there, looking a little disappointed, but my train of thought was disturbed when suddenly Oliver sat beside me and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer, "Did I scare you?"

     "Just a bit." I said then laughed, he held my chin and brought my face close to his, and our lips touched, from there, I pulled myself closer to him, and our lips had more mobility, I ran my fingers lightly through the back of his hair.

     As his hands moved down my back slowly and gripped my shirt, "I don’t want to be the only one shirtless here." He whispered into my ear. I let him pull my shirt up and over my head, and we continued kissing. He ended up un-doing my bra with one hand, and I thought that was pretty impressing, and I let him slip that off as well. I fixed my hair to one side of my head, as his lips caressed my neck. I sighed, but smiled. His hand made its way from my chest, to my stomach, then further… Our body’s were close, my hand moved down his body as well.

     Between the quiet moans I let out, I asked him the time, "12:30." He said, almost whispering. My hand stopped, and his did too.

     "Already? My shuttle leaves in 30 minutes, and I haven’t even packed!" I said, sitting up in bed, he looked disappointed, and I know I did too. I sat up even more, grabbing my clothes that lay on the floor. I got dressed, and so did he. We left his room hand in hand, and walked to my room,

 Before turning the corner, he pushed my against the wall, "If you haven't realized it already, I do like you, and I will miss you." I opened my mouth to talk, but he closed it with a kiss.

 "I'll miss you too." I hugged him tight, and he did the same. We let go of each other, I turned around to walk to my room, but once again I was interrupted.

     "I want to give you this." He pulled a necklace off of his neck.

     "You sure? I don't want to--" I couldn't even finish my sentence, he put it around my neck, i looked down and examined it, "Thank you." In the back of my head I was thinking that i never wanted to take it off.

     "See you later, Matilda.” He said sweetly.

     "See you later, Oliver." I said back; making a heart with my hands, and he mirrored. Now I turned around without an interruption, which I was a little disappointed about.

     I quickly packed everything into my suitcase, at record speed, and almost ran to the lobby, where my family stood. The looks on their faces would go perfectly with their arms crossed and their feet tapping, but the stood there. I apologized, and we waited to load the shuttle.

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