The Heartbreak Factor - Part Four

Chapter Thirty-Five.

Walking out of the bathroom, I couldn’t wait to see everyone’s reaction as she saw how I was dressed, all ready for a day at the beach. 

“Ta-da!” I laughed, pulling a pose as I walked onto the balcony to find Chloe and Ella sunbathing. 

“What the hell are you wearing?” Chloe asked, looking at me in pure disgust.

I looked down at my outfit and grinned back at her. “A red and white striped bikini and matching flip flops?” I asked. “I thought it was quite acceptable.”

“I think she was on about the Finding Nemo arm bands, Monsters Inc. rubber ring and Minnie Mouse sunglasses?” Elle chuckled.

“I found them in the suitcase as they’re Katy’s so I thought I might as well rock the look,” I grinned, struggling to sit down on the chair beside the two sun loungers as the rubber ring around my waist got in the way. “If she can, so can I.”

“You’re such a child,” Chloe joked.

“I may be a child but at least I can go in the sea, unlike some,” I teased to Chloe, pointing at her leg that was propped up on the sun lounger in a plaster cast.

“I may be crippled but I can still hurt you,” Chloe winked.  

“You’ve got a baby to think about now though,” I paused.

“Elle, hurt her for me please.”

“Are you guys ready for the beach ‘cos I don’t know about you but I can’t wait,” I beamed.

*

After quickly laying my towel out on the white, soft sand, I stood back and admired the gorgeous blue ocean as it calmly lapped onto the shore. “Ibiza!” I grinned, watching the shadow of my hair blowing in the slight breeze.

“Sam, your phone,” Chloe said, holding up my phone to me as she laid out on her towel.

Shielding the screen from the sun with my hand, I managed to see that it was George’s number. “Wait, I thought we said we wouldn’t contact each other all weekend?” I smiled, sitting down on the towel and putting my sunglasses over my eyes.

“I also remember you saying you’d text me when you landed so I knew you hadn’t died,” George paused.

“Whatever,” I giggled. “What’s up?”

“I miss you.”

Before I had chance to reply, Elle grabbed the phone from my hand and put it to her ear. “George, mate,” she laughed. “You get to spend the rest of your life with her. Let her have one last weekend with the girls.”

I smiled as I leant back on the towel with the sun glowing down on my skin, warming my whole body up. 

“Whipped.”

*

Walking through the streets of Ibiza as various club beats blasted from each club, we all linked arms, rocking our ridiculously high heels and our ridiculously short dresses. I felt as if I was eighteen again, not twenty-three. My hair gently waved in the soft Spanish breeze as we continued to walk down the street, dodging all the drunken teenagers that were stood partying in the middle of the streets. We had all agreed that tonight only had one rule – to be young. I never had anything like this when I was actually a teenager, but it’s better late than never. 

Chloe led us into one of the clubs and we headed straight towards the bar to get as many pitchers as we could carry. As Chloe and Elle ordered, I stood looking at the dance floor that was crowded with young adults bouncing and grinding along to the tunes the DJ was playing. Stood watching everything that was going on, I couldn’t help but feel out of place. I was the same age as all of these but I still couldn’t help but feel like a total outsider. This was not my kind of scene at all – truth be told, I would have chosen to be at home with Katy and George watching crap on TV to this but it was only one night.

“Last weekend of freedom,” Chloe winked to me, passing a pitcher of Cheeky V over to me. 

Glugging away at the drink with the straw, I nodded my head. If I had to survive a night in the wilderness of San Antonio with hundreds of other binge drinking Brits, there was only one way – paralytically drunk. Elle and Chloe looked at me in amazement as I nearly downed the whole pitcher by myself. 

“Let’s do this,” I said, putting the empty pitcher down on the bar and turning around, heading towards the dance floor. 

“She’s making me wish I wasn’t on non-alcoholic drinks,” Chloe laughed to Elle before they both followed me as I snaked my way through the intoxicated people.

*

Collapsing down on the kerb of the street outside a club, I groaned and kicked my heels off, not caring where they landed or who they hit in the process. Resting against a sign to free cocktails for girls in fancy dress, I looked up at Chloe and Elle as they sat down next to me. I glanced at my phone as I got it out of my bag and noticed it was already 4am. Our flight back to London was in five hours and I seriously could not wait. I missed George and Katy. 

“Is it just me or are we getting a bit too old for this?” Chloe sighed, resting her head on my shoulder as we huddled together on the kerbside.

“Old? I feel like a grandma,” Elle laughed awkwardly. 

“I’m genuinely looking forward to getting home and watching Coronation Street,” I joked, feeling a little sick as I took a sip on a cocktail I’d sneaked out of one of the bars. 

“Why aren’t we young anymore?” Chloe said, pretending to cry.

“Because we got married,” Elle laughed. 

“Because we got pregnant,” I said, making funny faces at the drink as I tipped it down the drain beside me.

“Come on, girls,” Elle said, helping me and Chloe back up onto our feet. “Time to head back to the hotel and pack.”

“I can’t wait to see Josh,” Chloe sighed as we began to make our way back down the road that was covered in sick and empty beer bottles.

“I can’t wait to see JJ,” Elle grinned.

“I can’t wait to give Katy a huge hug and then see George on Saturday!”