Mia's pov
It's the day we leave for LA. I spent almost half of the day packing. Even though it was just for a few weeks, I would kill myself if I should forget the smallest thing.
Also while packing my things, I couldn't stop thinking about Boggi, or the twins.
I felt bad for leaving on such a note. The last time I saw or heard of them was the day I broke up with Boggi and just ran out of their house.
Ivan, Rebecca and Emilio had been trying to get a hold of me only I just couldn't do it.
It was kind of heartbreaking that Boggi hadn't even tried to contact me but I guess I can't complain now after the way I left him.
I felt my throat getting choked up so I shake my head to get rid of all these thoughts.
"You all packed?"
I turn around and see my dad standing in the doorway, slipping on his suit jacket.
I look at my big suitcase and backpack that sits on my bed.
"Yep," I say, popping the 'p', "I'm all packed."
"Good, I know our flight is only in a few hours time but we need to pick up Isabella and go through the whole system at the airport, you know how the whole story works, so we need to leave in the next few..." Dad trails off as he checks his wrist watch.
"Dad, dad, dad, slow down. I'm all set." I chuckle at him.
"Okay, just checking." He says with his hands held up in surrender.
He then turns to leave but I stop him.
"Dad?"
He turns back around to face me, "Yeah?"
"Before we get to the airport, there's something I need to do. It'll only take a few minutes."
There's a short silence and then a look of realization falls onto my dad's face.
"Sure."
***
Boggi's pov
"Join me and Ivan for some coffee. You can't just sit around all day sighing over some girl."
"She's not just some girl, Emilio."
He sighs, "I know, I know."
I lay my head back down onto my pillow.
"Are you coming or not?"
Then we hear a familiar muffled voice from downstairs.
I dragged myself off from my bed and exit my room followed by Emilio.
Walking downstairs we then see Mia standing by the front door talking to Ivan.
"You're back?" I cut their conversation.
Both Ivan and Mia turn their attention to Emilio and I.
"Well, I came to say goodbye actually." Mia says in a soft voice.
I feel every part of my skin tingle back to life.
I walk up to her, Ivan giving me way to do so.
I frown at her, "Why are you saying goodbye?"
I study her face, she looks drained. The colour in her skin has slightly faded and there are slight dark circles under her eyes. Her eyes that once shone so brightly, and held so much happiness was now dull and puffy.
"I'm actually going back to LA. My dad is taking his new girlfriend for sightseeing and well he invited me with." She says with a small, forced, smile.
"Okay...but you just got here-"
"And it's been hard." She cuts me off, "It really has been. I just need some time to breathe."
We hear some shuffling behind us and we both turn to see Ivan looking flustered and choked up.
He catches us noticing so he shakes his head, "I'm sorry." He utters.
Mia then walks passed me and embraces Ivan into a hug where Ivan buries his head into her head, sobbing.
I felt a wave of jealousy flow through me and I felt awkward just standing there watching so I advert my eyes to my feet where I shift uncomfortably in my place.
Mia then hugs Emilio, muttering to one another 'goodbyes' then faces me.
I was hoping for a hug too but she then places her hand out for me to shake.
I was confused but beggers can't be chooses right? So I shake it.
She gives me a half smile and without saying another word she leaves.
***
Mia's pov
At the airport, Dad and Isabella decided to get some coffee while I sat in the uncomfortable steel waiting chairs.
They then bring me a cup of hot chocolate which I asked for because I still couldn't get the taste of coffee down.
"So are you excited for our holiday?" Dad asks Isabella, a big smile on his face.
Isabella looks happy as well, "More than excited. It's good to have you with too, Mia." Isabella looks down at me with a sweet smile which I return.
I actually like Isabella alot and I'm glad my dad is with someone like her. He deserves it.
We then hear the lady on the intercom calling our flight so we get out bags together and we start walking to the gate.
But I hear my name being called out into the distance but I think nothing of it until the voice becomes louder and closer.
"...Mia! Mia wait!"
I then turn around and see Ivan running up to me.
"Ivan?" I say his name in a confused tone, "What are you doing here?"
"Something I should have done a long time ago." He says out of breathe.
Before he smashes his lips onto my into a deep but passionate kiss.
I was taken back at first but then eased into the kiss, dropping my bag on the floor and wrapping my arms around his neck.
He then pulls away.
"Mia, I was wrong. I was wrong about everyone, about what I felt...It's you. You the one I wanted all this time, I was just so unsure. Until now, I never needed-"
I press my finger onto his lips to shut him up before kissing him again.
After a short while we pull apart.
"You're not mad?" He asks.
"Not one bit." I give him a small smile.
We then hear the last call to my flight.
"I should go." I mutter.
"Yeah, definitely. I don't want to keep you waiting." Ivan picks my bag up from the ground and hands it to me.
I give him another small smile and wave to him before turning around and leaving.
What if I was wrong about everyone too?
And it's been him all along.
