Tied To You

If you guess my name

I was so happy that the flight down to Spain went so well, just a few hours in the air and then we landed. I had a lot of panic attacks and thoughts about traumatic scenarios happening while we were in the air. My friends, Debbie and Brielle had no problems and slept the whole trip. Im actually grateful they did, just imagine the anxious athmosphere if we all were stressed about the whole situation. 

I packed up my clothes, one by one. There were a lot of beach clothes, such as blouses, bikinis and shorts. But then there were the tighter clothes, planned for the eventful nights. I was so happy to be here with my absolutely best friends, even though they could go on my nerves at times. "Hey, San" Debbie shouted and throwed one of my shorts to me, that I had been needing to put in her bag as mine was too heavy already. "Thanks" I replied while I carefully unpacked the rest. When we were half done, we went done to the hotelbar to get some drinks and to reserve sunbeds. I already had a tanline, but I definetely could work on it even more. I took a sip of my mojito, plugged my headphones into my ears and sat back to relax and let the sun do its job. Brielle frowned of frustration as she struggled to hide her bikini strap when she had taken them off. She didn't want to have thousands of different bikini lines from the straps. I was glad that I didn't suffer from her problems. My eyelids went heavy, my thoughts drifted away and I sank into a very deep sleep as the sun heated my body. 

At 4pm Debbie shrugged my shoulders to wake me up. I was still a bit sleepy and could therefore not determine where I was or what the times was. I only knew that I thought the sun was too bright and almost burned in my eyes, The pool was full of children playing and fathers having to play "throw and catch" with their sons. The lifeguards were so unmoved by the environment and had their eyes down their phones. Even though nobody had to be saved at that moment, I got irritated by the lifeguards careless behaviour. I looked at Debbie and Brielle that was now ready to leave for dinner. Brielle had her arms crossed, one foot stamping and stressfully watched me as I hurried to take my stuff as well. 

The dinner consisted of a full buffé with a lot of alternatives, even for vegans like Debbie. She has her periods  when she tries new things out, especially things that are trending. We were in a bit of a hurry, because Brielle wanted at least one hour to do her makeup and we all had to take a shower first. At 930 pm our taxi would arrive at the entrance of the hotel, and take us to the barstreet. We wanted to celebrate our first night together in Spain. The dinner was over fast, and as soon as we all three was dressed and fixed, we realized that we had time over to take some photos for social media. At least Brielle was extremely keen about it, she had talked about all the pics she wanted to take the whole flight down except for the time when she actually was sleeping. She combed through her still wet hair with her fingers to make sure it was perfect, as she posed for the camera in front of purple flowers. I did my best to give her any advice that could improve the pic and was even prepared to lay down on the ground to get the best angle of her. Although she was pleased with the pics when I only were squatting so I never had to lay down and get dirty. Debbie did her best to boost Brielle's ego and shouted "YAS baby slay" over and over again. Me and Debbie was a bit too tired from the trip to make an effort to take photos. We decided to have another photoshoot tomorow again, when we were all well rested.

Shortly after we had looked through the pics of Brielle, the cab smoothly drove up against the pavement and an older guy came out to greet us. Now we were finally on our way! It felt like such a freedom to be out here in the world for the first time all alone, without any adults making decisions or watching over one. The taxidriver told us some common facts about Spain and actually recommended us to try their tacos. We payed him the cash we had taken out from the ATM and stood in front of a whole street of bars and clubs where music was bursting out. YES. I loved these kinds of things, especially karaoke and dancing to music. And that was what we did all night, danced, drank, and sang. It was magical, I lived my best life. I had left all my problems at home and was so carefree here. I didn't know anyone except Debbie and Brielle ofcourse, so I couldn't care less if someone were to judge me. We were up on the tables, sometimes on the bar disk and danced the night away. The unwanted attention from guys was to some extent actually a little bit flattering. I felt like I was on top of the world. 

When the clock hit 4 am I was tired out by all the dancing and we went out of the club that we currently were in to get some air on the lively street. I had to find a foodplace real quick, just to get some water, I was dehydrated. I saw one just a few metres from where we stood and almost ran over there with Debbie and Brielle right behind me. Brielle had managed to find a guy, most likely a douchebag by the was he was acting, that she was on and off making out with and that she hold onto. 

The food place that only served hamburgers and pulled pork was full of brittish guys. I had to force my way in to the pay desk and asked for a bottle of water. Debbie, Brielle and her makeup-guy stood by the entrance and as I walked out while sipping water, a tall dark-haired man stood in my way. He thorned up over me and covered my view. "If I guess your name and I am right,  I'll let you pass" he said very seriously, looking into my eyes deeply, like noone else have ever done, and managed to keep a smirk on his lips. I was a bit cocky, and was not that impressed by his dominant act, so I questioned him, "and if your wrong?". He didn't even look confused, or stressed that I had questioned him, his smile just got a little bit wider, almost as he was a bit chocked that I was so hard to impress. But on the other hand, did he really expect that, that was all he had to do to win me over? "Then I'll give you a chance to guess my name" he replied, very secure with his answer, almost as he knew exactly what to say. "and if I'm right?" I wondered, now with more interest as this was quite exciting, a little bit different from all the others. Another way to approach someone. I was actually a bit taken away by it. "If you guess my name right, then, I'll let you pass" he said. "but if you are wrong, you will let me buy you a drink". Either way, it was a win-win situation for me, neither of the options sounded bad. I mean, who says no to a free drink anyway? I nodded, as to confirm I was in the game, playing, approving the rules. "luminious" he said calmly and firmly, "you start". I was so taken by his dominance, his way of leading the whole conversation and his sense of security. He felt so calm in a way that radiated safety. 

   I had to think for a moment, what name would suit him? Who did he look like, an Charles? An Christian? A Simon? He was tall and his body was big with muscles. His dark-brown hair had a stunning volume and  was perfectly fixed. The eyes he used to make every nerve in my body jump a little, were also brown, but lighter than his hair. The dark eyebrows framing the face, and the sharp jaws sending a signal of extreme confidence. He was very handsome, in the way that every girl would turn around to watch him when he goes around in town or are ordering some lunch at the daily restaurant. "James. Your name is James." I finally decide and his smirk gets even bigger, but he doesn't say anything. In one way I want to slap him for being so teasing, but in one way I realize that I don't want to ruin this meeting by mistake. "Sorry babygirl. That's where you are wrong." he says proudly, as if this was what he waited for. Only for me to guess wrong. I was sold, the way he looked at me and pronounced "babygirl" so carefully sent electrical sparks through my body. Wow, he knew what he was doing. And he was good at it. "Okay, so now its your turn. We'll see if you are any better" I bringed my attitude. He examined me, from top to toe. At first, his eyes rested in mine for a long time, and he had me stuck there. Then he continued his journey, looked at my plump lips and my long curly hair that ends at my waist. He examines my body structure, his eyes getting a bit stuck at my boobs and then continuing down to my hips that's a bit wider. It felt like I was tested for my drivers license or something and I  noticed that I had been holding my breath. When I finally breathed out , the air was shaky, why was I so nervous? Why did he make me so nervous? I have just met him."You are definetely a Gabriella." He said, but I saw in his eyes that he knew he were wrong. And he didn't even look bothered, because this is what he wanted. He wanted us both to be wrong so I couldn't escape and so he could buy me a drink. And in that moment, I felt a relief that he had answered wrong, because I instantly enjoyed his company. I wanted to know more. 

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Okey guys so welcome to my new novel. Im actually from Sweden so writing a novel in English is a bit unusual for me.  The story surely includes some grammar mistakes, but keep in mind that english is not my native language and Im sure most of you understand anyway. I hope you enjoy the story so far, i've just started so more parts are surely coming. The novel is about Savannah and this guy she just met, that is actually named Sebastian, and their love (and sex) story hihohi. I hope you guys are excited. Sex scenes that are descripted throughtfully are coming further in the story. So just keep on reading. 

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