My Nonexistent Love Story/Skinny Love

#44: don't you dare to let us, me down

End of the Melbourne trip was strange, but I enjoyed it at the same time. It began with accidentally calling to Jason's cab in the morning. Hey! It was their fault in the first place. We were packing, minding our business, 'til we suddenly heard Doug's voice from the speaker. His usual gibberish.

And when it suddenly stopped, we called back. I can bet Jason thought of me like an annoying stalker. But to the hell with that - at least it was fun.

The morning continued with me silently singing 'Barbie Girl' thanks to the day before yesterday while coming down the stairs, and a second later I saw Jake coming down from the other side.

A-w-k-w-a-r-d. Fuck that.

The guy smiled at me, wished good morning, but didn't say anything. I, too, didn't made any intention to start the conversation.

On the ship Cassie made me laugh by telling about perfect morning for me: " A knock on the door. Jason: „What?! Again forgot the card here? Fine, I'm coming!“

However, there isn't any Zack, Dean nor Ian behind the door. Instead, there's Caroline, a large smile on her face.

„Hey!“ she says, „Nah, what? You had to come out of the bed for me?“ She enters the cab, closing the door behind. Jason can't nerve himself. What the hell is Caro doing here? he thinks. Caro takes a step closer. „What are you looking at? We're going back to the bed now!“ she says… And we can keep the guys away,"

"OMG, Cas, you're crazy," I stated, however, laughing so hard it was more likely heard over the whole ship. I knew the closest groups are looking at me like I'm mad, but I couldn't help that.

To calm myself, I looked out the window. The sun was shining and the waves splashing. And I knew that when we arrive to Orbost, there's an amazing performance waiting for us, and all in all, everything is going to be awesome.

***

Just for a moment I thought that how cool it would be, if he suddenly came and put his arms around me.

I wouldn't feel so alone then.

And exactly on the second I was giving up, a miracle happened. His arms were actually around me. I was scared at first, but understood later it was because of the dance.

But still.

With my hands on your waist when we dance in the moonlight...

"Oh, hell," I muttered, jerking and abruptly uplifting myself. It was the day when we had the show in the evening. Wasn't weird then, I saw things like this in my dreams.

Then I smiled. It really had been going great.  And funny for sure. Immediately I saw one really funny and cute case before my mind's eye.

***

I remember being - once again, haha - the only girl in the group as others had French and we - me and guys, except Zack - multimedia. Which meant our lessons finished an hour earlier and we had to wait for others to practice.

I stretched myself and slowly started recalling the dance.

I pushed myself up, so my blouse raised a bit. As I looked back at the guys, their gazes were still on my leggings and a bit naked stomach.

"Gays," I muttered half-angrily, half-jokingly.

"Look, we can't be gays when we are interested in your .. you,"

"Perverts?"

"We all have our own perversity level, don't we?" said Ian totally seriously.

I tried to pull a serious face, but my face muscles refused to obey, so I ended up with  bursting out laughing, accompanying them.