Fight

P. Thirty eight

LUNA
In love I look at Kala in her beautiful wedding dress, standing at the altar, next to her almost husband. I am seeing me and Daniel already standing there. Daniel... I should apologize to him. We separated in a fight, something I specifically was thought never to do. Because what if something bad happens. I'm gonna text him directly when this is over. We can't even see each other before Tuesday. 'You may kiss the bride.' Smiling I look at the new husband and wife. I'm so proud.

Amazed I watch the man doing the Haka. Kala is from Polynesia. I have no clue what they're saying, but I always found the Haka amazing. It gives me the chills, like now.

With a slight headache I wake up. Fuck. But yesterday was so much fun. The headache is worth it though. It was a dream wedding to attend. I've enjoyed every second. I reach out for my phone. I need to send Daniel a text, I wanted to do it yesterday evening but I passed out as soon as I laid down. My makeup must be everywhere. A text from Daniel. So I did sent him a text last night.

Dani
Today, 00.36 A.M.

I wanna fuck you
Get your ass over here

Omg, what the fuck! I don't remember sending it. What was I thinking?

Today, 1.03 A.M.

Are you drunk? 😏
Enjoying the wedding? 😉

Today, 10.18 A.M.

I was, both🤫
It's so embarrassing

It's funny🙃

Can we FaceTime in a sec or do you have something else?

No I'm good, just arrived in Mexicooo

Let my take off my makeup and I'll be right back

Alrighty

I get out of bed and enter the bathroom. I look disgusting. I'll take a shower when Dan and I are done talking. I just need to get this face presentable again. With a washcloth I take off the makeup. I throw my hair in a bun and get back to the bed. FaceTiming Daniel. 'Good morning hangover head.' He smiles big. Smiling myself I shake my head.
'Morning. You had a good flight?' He nods. I missed his face, even though I've seen him last four days ago.
'Yeah, long but it was alright.' I can tell he's in a hotel room.
'Dan I wanted to apologize.' I turn on my stomach. He nods.
'Who's Dan?' I roll my eyes.
'I'm serious. I was being shitty, maybe a tiny bit jealous,' the last thing I don't say too loud.
'Of the woman?' I nod. He has a smirk on his face, I don't like it. 'Why? You're the only one I love. The only I wanna fuck.' His tongue is sticking out a little, the text.
'I hate that we can't be close on the weekends.' He nods being serious.
'Me neither. But it's for the best.' I know.
'At least they can't say we'll be soft on each other.' Smiling I think back at our battle.
'You really weren't letting me pass.'
'No! Why would it? You've gotta work for your spot and I was mad at you.' He smiles.
'Alrighty. Are you here soon?' I shake my head.
'Not until Tuesday morning. I have meetings here, shooting some stuff too and in Holland.' He pouts his lip.
'Sad.' I move my hand over my frizzy baby hairs.
'I know. And Tuesday and Wednesday are busy days too.' We're doing some filming for Toro Rosso.
'We gotta do it secretly at night again then.' Like we always do. We have to be careful before anyone catches us.
'Yeah.' Can't wait to kiss him again.

**

'Charlie!' I yell, seeing him in the distance also having a walk around the track. I run toward him, my arms wrapping around him. He chuckles when our bodies bump into each other. 'How are you?' I nod.
'Good. You?' He nods too.
'Great. How are things between you and D?' Is it obvious?
'How do you know?' He shrugs. Hopefully not many people noticed.
'Because I know. I saw you two.' He saw us arguing? He better was the only one.
'We haven't talked face to face yet, but we're good.' I hug him again. 'I'll speak to you later.' He smiles.
'Alright, bye.' I wave before walking back.

'You've been doing good.' The dark skin toned man says to me.
'I know.' Nodding I smile as he rolls his cigarette, with weed in it. Same like all those years ago. No clue how he got it over the border, but he also could've got it here some where of course. He hasn't changed at all and I actually love it. Still his dreadlocks, his weed, his clothing style. 'How are things at yours?' The weed scent fills my noise. We're just outside the paddock, chilling. He nods.
'Good. Got a beautiful girlfriend.' No way! I haven't spoken to him in years. I used to wake him up by calling to make sure he came to school. He is 6 years older than me, he wasn't always in the mood for school. But I made him do it.
'Still not planning on getting married?' Determined he shakes his head.
'Still a waste of money.' That is what he has always said, so Michael. 'We're more focused on making a baby.' I smile. He'll be a good dad. 'You are planning on getting married, aren't you?' I nod smiling. Marrying Daniel, I can't wait.
'Definitely. I mean, I'm still dreaming.' He nods.
'Yeah you always wanted to get married, I remember that. Don't forget to invite me.' I shake my head. How could I? 'You got someone?' I nod. 'Oh look at that smile.' I feel my cheeks blush.
'Mike! But I do, I just can't tell you here.' He looks at me with a smirk.
'You own me.' I nod. I'll tel him. 'Look who finally decided to showed up.' I follow his finger, pointing at the male walking our way. My other old classmate. Also an athlete, he has a tournament here, so didn't had to pay for his flight ticket, unlike Michael's, not that I mind; I invited him here.
'Marc.' We hug. He has changed. More muscles, healthy. He looks good.
'Sup bro.'
'You look good.' I feel so small between the two of them. I am around their shoulder height.
'Thanks, you look good yourself.' I smile.
'Thank you, but I mean you look healthy.' Marc had allot of struggles when we were in school, he was addicted, troubles at home.
'Yeah I quit smoking.' I'm proud of him.
'Yeah bro you look good.'

'You where trying to make me jealous?' I roll my eyes at Daniel. I wasn't trying. I invited them when I was mad at him, at that time I did wanted it.
'No.' He laughs. The door closes. His strong hands make me stop walking and makes my back bumping into his chest.
'Yeah right.' He kisses my neck.
'Dan.' He nibbles onto my hear, knowing it's one of my weaknesses.
'You're mine.' I swallow before biting harsh onto my lower lip, still not wanting him to admit he was right. 'I missed you.' He looks at me.
'I missed you too.' It's Friday and only now we're able to be close with each other. I have to admit it really fucking sucks.