Guess it's Just Luck
Narrator's Point of View
A large wave crashes onto the sand, spraying your tanned legs with a cool ocean spray. The sunny salt aroma lingers in the air, making the day more enjoyable. You inhale the smell, enjoying each ray of sun making contact with your body. You desperately wish you would never have to leave. You wish even more than that, but that she would never have to leave. That she would be waiting there after your plane took off, that she would be waiting for the plane to arrive every holiday. But of course, you could never be that lucky. You've crossed paths with too many black cats and broke too many mirrors to count. She leaves for England Saturday. You leave for Indiana tomorrow. You know how badly you miss Mexico and everyone in it each and every single visit, each and every single time.
"Kiba?" she says, glancing up at me. She broke your train of thought.
"Hinata?" You give her your signature reply. You look at her, giving her hand a squeeze. She stops walking and stares out at the sea and all the people enjoying it.
"You know," she starts, a crisp British accent hanging onto every word. "I enjoyed here more than I thought I would. Certain things made the trip all the more enjoyable." She continues, grinning up at you. You feel a smile tugging at your face. "But, you understand this is just a trip, right? I have a, you know, boyfriend back home, and my parents- well my father I should say, approve him." She avoids your gaze of disbelief. "This is what friends do. We are friends. Understand? Let's not get clingy, okay?" She acts like this is quite a casual topic. You drop her hand like a hot potato. She turns to look at you, with a hint of guilt in her eyes. You try to muster up your blankest I-don't-care look and face the water yourself. "So we're on the same page, correct?" she says in an even tone. Your brain goes on auto pilot and you nod. "Good. So see you at the airport? It'll be hard to see you go." She goes on a bit about how fun the past week has been like she never just broke-no smashed your heart into pieces. You still let her do all the talking. "Well, I should go. You know how father is." She says flashing her pearly whites at you. You make yourself smile too.
"Yeah. I should go too. Mom probably wants me to finish packing. See you later." You will yourself to walk off. Don't turn back, you tell yourself.
"IM me, 'kay? See you Kibes!" She calls after you. You lift a hand in acknowledgement. You head back to your grandparents house and try to look neutral. It obviously doesn't work because Grandma Jen calls you over.
"What happened to my favourite Grandson? You look so down!" She pinches your cheeks and gives you her soft smile that makes the corners of her eyes crinkle. You swat her away.
"You mean your only grandson. Nothing's wrong. Just leave me alone." You leave before she can say anything to make you feel guilty. You start carelessly tossing things into your duffel bag, getting yourself prepared for probably the most painful encounter of your life. Well, maybe you're being a little bit dramatic, but it should still be pretty bad.
You spot her sticking out like a sore thumb at the entrance. She runs over and wraps her arms around your neck and squeezes. You try not to respond but can't help yourself. You squeeze her back. Her light lavender eyes widen at the sight of the entourage you've brought along, but you pretend not to notice.
"Come along, the plane will leave soon. Hello Hinata. How's your father?" Your mother says talking at a fast pace like usual. She doesn't wait for a reply and continues moving quickly. You all struggle to keep up with her. She gets you through immigration and all that stuff in between quickly with no trouble at all. While she runs over to hug and kiss everyone, you and Hinata are left to a bit of privacy. Well, as much privacy you can get in a public area.
"Well I'll miss you. I'll email you and stuff in every free moment we get. Hey! Maybe my dad will have business in Indiana or something." Hinata says and like usual you have problems listening.
"Huh? Oh yeah, that would be great. I'll always reply…" You say, but there's nothing more to say. Thankfully your sister calls,
"Kiba Butt! Let's go! We need to find our seats!" Hana yells this in a very obnoxious embarrassing matter. A few people turn their heads and others will themselves not to. You wince and turn to Hinata.
"Well, I guess this is good-" You don't get to finish because she kisses you. It's soft and sweet, just like the way you though she was.
"Bye. I'll miss you." She has pulled away now and backs up. You start to follow your family, but curiously turn back to see her leaving. Her dark blue hair flowing behind her; her heels the only sound that ring through your ears. You reluctantly turn around and jog to catch up to your family. You know you've become her prisoner now and that she'll keep you enslaved in your mind the whole 5 hour flight.