Unexpected

Thirteen

     "Deena, it's time for you to say your proper goodbye," said Fiona with her serious tone, making me think that there's something going on here. Like, there was some kind of deal here if I'm going to say goodbye to Michael. 

     "It's just a goodbye. Why are you using your serious tone for it?" I couldn't help but ask. Seriously, it was giving me the creeps and I really need to know why she was being like this. Did... Dad somehow secretly made a deal or something without me knowing anything? "Fiona...?"

     Fiona didn't say a word. Instead, she left the room and probably disappeared to the elevator to wait for me. Why do I feel like there's something that they know but I don't?

     The whole time, the whole trip, it was nothing but silence. I didn't even dare to speak a word. I wouldn't even dare to ask where I was going to meet Michael. All I could think of was whether he was still my boyfriend or not. Ex or yes?

     "We're here," stated Fiona, pushing the door open for me. Once I took a step out, she went back into the car and rolled the windows down. "Text or call me when the two of you are done. It shouldn't take too long, I persume?" And with that, they sped down the hill of wherever I was right now.

     I turned around and saw nothing but a fence keeping up from falling down the cliff. It gave us a nice little view of a few houses then the beach. I could even smell the salty sea air from up here. Even the breeze was being friendly today. 

     "I told you that I'll see you soon," came a voice, interrupting me while I was immersed into the overlook of the view here. "I knew we would."

     I turned around and saw Michael standing there behind me. I missed him so much that I ran to him and jumped into his arms once I was close in contact with him. I couldn't breathe for those few hours. Now, I finally get my oxygen back. Right here, in his arms. My oxygen has returned. "I missed you a lot too. You have no idea how much I felt like drowning myself in the hotel's pool if I didn't get to see you one last time!"

     Michael stroked my hair and tugged me closer into his arms. "I wanted to do the same. I couldn't live without you. I felt like nothing even matters in this world when I'm not with you, in your arms, hand in hand."

     "So, this is the girl you love?" asked someone, the voice coming from behind Michael. Then, four boys appeared from behind the tree. Familiar yet not so. "Hello, love. Nice to finally meet the girl everyone's been talking about."

     It took me at least ten seconds–or more–to realize it was 5 Seconds of Summer, the band Michael's in. "Oh, uh, hi? Nice to meet you, I guess. Tell me again why you guys are here? I thought we agreed on being alone for the very last time?"

     "Why not make it memorable then?" asked one of the guys. He must be Luke, I think. I didn't really know. "Want to hangout with us? It'll be the first and last thing you'll remember and treasure by."

     I stared at Michael for a moment. Leaning closer to him and giving out a smile to the bandmates, I whispered to him, "Did you, perhaps, plan this all along?"

     He held my hand and gave it a light kiss. "You know everything about me. Now, come on. Let's go to hangout before reporters begin to chase us down town or something. We don't want that, don't we?"

     "Wait, where are we going?" I asked. The fact of five boys sort of kidnapping me scares me a little. Where on earth could they be taking me? 

     Calum, I think, pointed down from the little overlook of the view. I realized he was pointing at the beach down below–which was practically empty at this moment. So, I guess it's a good place for the rest of us to be together. "Right over there, love."