Crusin' On Vacation

11| Never Got a Response.

Merry Late Christmas! <3

* * *

Day 6(2): Never Got a Response.

I DECIDED I WAS GOING TO AVOID MY PARENTS AT ALL COST. No, I didn't give up on my plan. I was still going ahead with it, but for today, I was taking a break. Yes, another break. I was going to give it my all, and this time, if it didn't work within the span of four days, then I would've leave it be. I wouldn't protest.

Yes, my parents had tried approaching me, but I had just given them one word answers and then make up a random excuse. Then I would leave without an explanation. I didn't hint however that I knew what they were talking about. I had apologised to my mother, and she'd tried apologising to me but I waved it off, saying it was no big deal and I quote, "couples argue all the time."

Today was the bowling event, even though it was already five PM, Thomas and I still made it work. He kept on saying how I needed a distraction. Now, I personally sucked at bowling, Thomas on the other hand, kept bragging about how he was a bowling expert. The only thing I knew he was good in was swimming. Trust me, he was an expert at that. Thomas didn't seem like the type that loved bowling, but I was excited to find out.

He also mentioned how he once won a bowling championship at the age of seven, which I doubted.

"Okay, everyone!" The cheery lady called through the microphone. "Welcome to the sixth day of Lew's Cruise!" That was the name? Huh, funny. "On this day, and for the entire day, there will be bowling competitions. You can go to that stand over there and pick your lane! Have a striking day!"

Thomas and I both frowned at her pun. Yeah, wasn't really our thing. Tom literally dragged me to the stand. We waited in line for a little bit, before we finally got our tickets and were assigned to lane eight.

We walked to our lane, Thomas practically skipping along the way in excitement. If I had not said it before, I would say it again. Thomas a was a five year old trapped inside an eighteen year old's body.

"So, A, ready to be mind blown by my awesome bowling skills?" He asked, grinning down at me. I offered him an amused smile. "You might actually get a concussion." He continued to gloat.

"Sure, let me see what you got."

Thomas held the bowling ball-or whatever you called it-in his hands and made bowling motions. On the third one, he let the the ball go free. I watched it roll down it's lane. I waited for it to hit at least three pins, but then it went down the gutter.

"Strike!" Thomas yelled, jumping. I blinked, taking aback aback by his action. Even I was better than him. I could hit one bowling pin. That was something.

"You didn't even hit one bowling pin," I pointed out, folding my arms, a smirk forming on my lips. "Do you even know anything about bowling?"

I could hear him mutter something along the lines of, "still a strike to me,". "Yeah, I was just. . . Practicing! Yeah, practicing. I mean, I could totally kick ass in bowling." I could tell he was grinning on the inside at his sudden and brilliant excuse.

"Oh yeah?" I teased. "Well, maybe you should stop practicing and do the actual thing." He tensed. "You know what? I'm going to get this on camera. You know? For the memories?" I smirked, taking my phone out.

"Uh, I need to do a few warm ups," Thomas said, scratching the back of his neck. "And then use the bathroom. I need to go number two, might take a while." He chuckled, turning around.