Fight

P. Three

LUNA
Still amazed I look at the buildings I'm walking by. Everything single time, I only started living here in the beginning of February. Monaco is so beautiful. I'm glad I have to opportunity to live here. I continue doing my morning run, on my way home again.

When I take the band off my arm, I noticed Daniel texted me back. I asked him if I could use his car. I only own a scooter, Daniel owns that, probably a Renault now and still his Aston Martin. I need to go to Nice to get a new phone. It's just a 30 minutes drive by a car, I just don't wanna go by scooter, even though I love my yellow scooter; it will take too long. I also could take public transportation but alright. Daniel texted me he wants to drive me. Hopefully no April fools joke. But I think it's better that way. I text him back. I really need to take a shower. My head is so red as a tomato, sweat is dripping of my forehead. Is it weird that I actually like the taste of sweat? It's salty. I don't like the taste of the sea though, that's just too much salt; in a not chosen swallow. I don't hope I'm the only one who likes the taste of sweat. That would be weird. But I am weird.

Just as I walk past by my front door, I hear nocking. That must be Daniel. I open up the door for the curly haired Australian, but his curls are hidden underneath the cap. 'G'day!' He smiles. My smiles grows too, just by seeing his. 'Come in, I'm almost done.' I step aside letting him in. I walk into my kitchen. 'It's a little messy sorry.' I'm a pack rat. I did cleaned up a little. I hate cleaning unless I'm in the mood. In my room when I was a teen, there were clothing everywhere. Luckily Lola is the same and she didn't forced me to clean everything up. It was our messy room. We've always slept in one room, until the boyfriends came. My living room is looking pretty neat right now. 'You can tell a girl lives here.' Really? Quickly I drink my water glass empty. 'What do you mean by that? There is nothing pink in here.' I look at him smiling while he's standing in my living room, looking around. He looks at me. 'Not in that way. It's just cozy, have you ever seen one of the boys apartments?' I enter my bedroom. 'I have actually. But I've always wanted to become a interior designer when I was younger, I think that also plays a role.' I always wanna change everything around. I gather the stuff I need, before throwing it all in a small backpack. 'It looks nice.' 'Don't look at my room though, that's a total mess.' Quickly I close the door before he can see anything. He chuckles. 'Ready?' I nod and we leave my apartment.

'How do you open the door?' I've never sat in an Aston Martin before, not that I really care. But the door handle I don't get. It's blended in with the door. I see a little square in a rectangle, am I supposed to press that? Let's say I'm not that good with expensive cars only a formula 1 car. Daniel chuckles. And he indeed presses the square, making the whole thing come out of the door. He fully opens the door for me. That is complicated. 'Take a seat ma'am.' He points at the inside of the car. I smile getting in. My bun hits the ceiling of the car as I step in. I knew it was a low car, but luckily it was the bun that hit the ceiling and not my head. Wouldn't surprise me if that ever happens. 'Thank you for driving me by the way, very sweet of you.' I buckle up. Daniel gets in. 'Yeah, the least thing I can do.' As Daniel starts, you can hear the beautiful noise from engine. He continues making the noise himself for a couple seconds. 'You're trying the impress me with your car? You know what I do for living?' I joke. He laughs as he drives away. 'I don't know, what do you do?' I smile. 'It's similar to what you're doing, I'm just better.' I had to. Even though he's way better than me. And he always will be. 'There you have a point.' I shake my head. 'No, you're way better!' Still shaking my head. 'You're the new generation.' I softly giggle. 'You're not that much older than I am.' I look down at my fingers, 9 minus 3 is.. 6. 'You're six years older than me. Seb is like 40, you better stay as long as that, you make it way funnier.' He chuckles. 'Thanks. Seb is 31 actually, you mean Kimi, he's almost 40.' Really? I did not know that. Sebastian being 31 and Kimi almost 40. 'How old is Lewis again?' '33, 34 I think.' My mouth slightly opens. You got to be kidding me. 'Lewis is older than Seb?' I was not expecting that. Daniel nods. 'Wow,' softly comes out of my mouth. 'You really need to know who you're racing against.' 'I don't need to know when their birthday is or their age. Maybe it is handy to know their birthday but that doesn't matter,' I badly defend myself. 'You know my age.' That's because you're cute. 'So?' I look at Daniel who's smiling while keeping his eyes on the road. 'But they are either, young, medium or old.' Daniel laughs. Love that laugh. 'That's a good one.' 'And I'm not ever close to compete with them.'

When I hear the crack, my eyes widen. I hear Daniel behind me laugh. I feel myself blush, I just ripped my fucking pants. My favorite ones. 'Stop it!' I say smiling looking back at Daniel. Quickly I grab the blue paint I need and stand up. Tears leave his eyes. I give him a soft push. 'It's bad Luna.' I try to look serious at him, but it definitely isn't working just because of his smile. I reach with my hand to my butt. It isn't on my butt crack lucky, it's a little below my but cheek. How there? 'I'm working too hard on my butt.' Did I just said that out loud? That ain't embarrassing. My butt isn't that big. Daniel still doesn't stop smiling. 'It looks like it's with the pants really.' How can it looks like it's with the pants? 'Are you looking at my butt?' We walk over to the cash register. 'No.' I pay for the art supplies I picked. 'What are you planning on making?' I raise my shoulders. 'I have know idea actually.' I saw some fun things on Pinterest, it made me wanna paint. Don't know if I'm gonna get to it before I'm leaving, but I'll for sure will make some sketches. I like doodling. My helmet is just some doodling I did, old things I've drawn from when I was younger. But also new stuff. My helmet is pretty simple actually, yellow with white lines of the things I've drawn. All the little draw things represent something of me. The lion surrounded by a big star is the biggest thing, but it doesn't cover the whole helmet. I love how it turned out. 'Merci, au revoir.' With my stuff we walk out of the store. 'Let's get some food! I'm hungry.' I haven't eaten much this morning, I only had a banana and an bar. It's bad I haven't eaten since. I had no time, yep that is my excuse. 'Can you please make a photo?' I ask a little shy, because it's a weird question. I wanna know how it looks like. What if people are gonna look weird at me? Even though people walk around in short shorts too. It's still weird having a big crack underneath your butt.

Daniel moves his shoulders up as he has the hiccups. It's cute. Fake amazed I look at nothing behind Daniel. 'Wow look at that white horse!' I point once again at nothing. Daniel turns around, 'where?' Hopefully for him it's gone. 'No where, it's for your hiccups.' He moves his hand through his curly brown hair as he turns his head back to me. Patiently we both wait for him to get another hiccup, but he doesn't. It doesn't always works. 'Thank you.' 'No problem.' It was still cute. He's cute. He's the type of person I like, humor, handsome, a little athletic, caring. But his humor is definitely the best. I love a person who you can smile with, that one thing I need in my life. Smiling is the best.