City of Angels - K.L

SEVEN

After our impromptu dance and duet, we stop our stroll to grab some dessert. We opt for pineapple dole whip, perhaps the only thing we hadn't tried today.
"This is one of my favourite things here." Kian says as he orders us two. "Reminds me of Hawaii for some reason."
"That would be the pineapple."
He chuckles and clicks, his voice in a funny tone, picking up on my sarcasm
"Probably."
Before I realise it, he pays for mine too. I slap at his arm
"Kian!"
He looks side to side and back to me
"What?"
I sigh, accepting mine off him
"You didn't have to pay for me."
He scoffs
"Oh shush."
I press
"Seriously, I always feel so guilty when someone shouts me something."
He chuckles, rubbing my arm
"Zi, it was two dollars, it's nothing. Let me feel like a gentleman please."
I give in, smiling up at him again
"Then thank you, very gentlemanly of you mr Lawley."
He takes my hand and moves in front of me, bowing a little and kissing my knuckles. I giggle and roll my eyes
"You know, I think you're the only person who could pull off that amount of cheesy."
He links my arm through his at my side again, and begins walking and eating his ice cream. I decide to try mine too, and my life is forever changed. I exclaim
"Dios mío! That is fucking amazing."
He chuckles, repeating
"Dios mío. I love when you go into Spanish."
I laugh
"Just a weird quirk I have."
"You are Spanish somewhere huh?"
I nod
"My dad is from Spain, yeah."
"I knew it. Beautiful combo."
I turn the conversation on him
"Which of your tattoos was your first?"
He nods to the arm my arm is linked through
"The leaf."
I reach over and gently slide his sweater sleeve up to see. It's cool, a cubism leaf on his forearm. Cool design. I smirk
"I take it Romeo did that one?"
"I only trust Romeo to tattoo me."
"I see why. I wanna get another one before I leave."
He nods
"Let's do it. I have that craving to get another one."
"It's a plan."
He asks
"What was your first one?"
"The rose on my wrist there. It's was my first and only one until the other day."
"How old were you?"
"Sixteen. Mum took me."
He smiles
"Your mom is cool."
I nod
"She's pretty chill. You two are weirdly alike."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
I agree
"Oh definitely."
Then, we hear it, the bang. And when we look up, we see the first firework.
"Crap! We're late."
He says, grabbing my hand and beginning to run in the direction of the Ferris wheel. I have no idea where abouts my family would be, but so long as we get there. And we're there fast, he weaves us through a crowd of people, getting us right up against a section of railing right next to the water. I ask him, turning my head to look at him from where he stands behind me, arms locking me in against the railing and his chin rested on my shoulder.
"Kian?"
His lips brush against my ear as he speaks, so I can hear
"Yeah Zi?"
I pause before continuing, questioning whether I should go through with this or not, but I decide to anyway. If worse comes to worse, I'm leaving anyway. But if this pays off, leaving will be more difficult than it should be.
"Am I crazy, or it could be the Disney magic or something, but do you feel like this is..."
I trail off. He fills in for me
"God given."
I turn into his chest, facing him, my hand resting on his arm
"Yeah. God given."
He leans down to tell me clearly
"Nobody else but God could have done this, Zi."
I sigh, questioning
"You're talking about us right? Because just to be sure and so there isn't a misunderstanding here-"
"I'm talking about us Zi," he assures "and the fact you'll eventually be going back to Australia kills me."
I look over his face
"I feel like I just found the walking embodiment of everything I have ever wanted and I'm going to walk away from it again."
He smiles, his hand reaching up to move some of my hair away from my cheek. His voice is suggestive but genuine and hopeful
"We'll have to make the most of it while we can huh?"
I smile up at him, fantasising the idea, and reach up on my tiptoes to kiss him. His hand against my face and his other arm around the small of my back and holding me too him. My hands rest against his waist as our lips fall into sync. We work so well instantly, like puzzle pieces pre made to fit together, belong together. Pieces of a stained glass window built to match and make art. The paint strokes of Monet's works, colours of his water lilies creating history and beauty. We are art. The moment is nothing less than magical, which is a given for Disneyland. It's like every person crowding around us melts away, and it's just us in the whole park, near the water and watching the fireworks. The moment couldn't be any more perfect. It's magical, warm, gentle, passionate, hopeful, desperate, invigorating, exciting. I can still taste the pineapple dole whip on his lips. Everything becomes him. All I see is him and the lights of fireworks casting shadows and shades on his skin. All I hear is his breath over the fireworks. All I taste is pineapple. All I smell is his scent- some kind of old spice body wash and mint, and whatever cologne he wears. A fresh scent. I feel his warmth, his skin against mine, his nose ring and his dangly earring, how soft his sweater is. He's the one to stop the kiss, breathing heavy as he suggests
"We should go find your family."
I nod, he's right, he's considerate. I take his hand again and look around until I spot May on Luke's shoulders. We we've our way through the crowd towards them to watch the finale of the fireworks.