The week in the Bahamas passed too quickly…way too quickly in fact. All in a blur of parties and sunbathing, swimming and lounging around on the yacht in the Atlantic. Sure I felt bad for leaving Saxon for a week but he'd be happy back in New York with Adrian and their parents (he loved them). Aalia's birthday was brilliant and much like mine we had a big dinner. I gave her that box of 'junk' which we spent a long time looking through (needless to say she liked it).The Karim's house was one of those huge houses overlooking the beach…a pool and just a few metres beyond that expanse of white sand before the glorious blue ocean. It has to be one of the most romantic places I'd ever been to…well, maybe there were other but for me…when I got woken up in the middle of the night by Damon who took me down to the moonlit beach…a midnight 'swim' of sorts…what could be more perfect?
It was the last day there and the two of us were curled up on one of the sofas in the front room, all the French windows flung open to let in the fresh sea breeze, just muttering sweet nothings like a soppy love-sick couple (it was awful, we knew that…don't worry we didn't do it in front of anyone else). And then Aalia and Marcus charged in, blowing our peace to smithereens as they dropped down on the sofas with massive excited grins on their faces. I let out a quiet groan, leaning more against Damon and dropping my head on his shoulder, "What? Go away."
They all just laughed at me…even Damon…traitor, "I have just had the most amazing idea…ever."
"Hey, no! My idea!" Marcus disagreed, pushing her slightly only to receive frown from the bubbly girl.
"Fine, whatever…we just had an amazing idea."
Sigh, "Enlighten me,"
"You called me the night you first left New York right…and I said you should go to California and just chill with all the hot surfer dudes and enjoy yourself. Sorry Damon. But then you said that we could go on a holiday there and check out the hot surfers like horny teenage girls. Sorry again…" I raised my head, looking at her in confusion…where was she going with this? The smile on her face was ever growing, "And Mark here is going back there next week to see his godfather…again may I add."
Realisation swept over my face and I laughed quietly, tilting my head to the side slightly and leaning back against the arm of the sofa, "Great idea…but there are a few problems. Firstly I'm not looking at any hot surfer dudes; I have me a hot fire-fighter dude." I knew Damon appreciated that, nodding pointedly at Aalia who just shrugged, "And secondly we're going back to Mystic Falls tomorrow…"
She let out a grumpy sigh, pouting a little bit, "But Lenny! It's our gap year! We have to go on spontaneous adventures before college and…work…grim…it's our last chance to act like kids!"
"We're 20 A…we're not kids. And we've done our fair share of spontaneous adventures… like when we went to Morocco…or Spain!"
"And what happened to the plans to go to Italy? I wanted to go to Italy…hot Italians."
"Dude! You have a boyfriend, and mine is a hot Italian." Yes I was really stroking his ego right now.
A moment of tense but slightly amusing silence followed as we were trapped in a staring war, "You're no fun Lenny, you used to be fun."
"Oh come on…I said that to you not two days ago!"
"Well I didn't feel like swimming with dolphins, they can rape you you know! Gang rape by dolphins, no thank you!"
I just gaped at her for a moment, "Aalia! Only when you're on your own!" Silly me for telling her that little fact just before…whoops.
"Well you've put me off for life!" She stood up with a put-on grumpy look on her face, "Fine, well bye boring." And off she went.
I honestly tried not to laugh, turning to Marcus as he stood up, shrugging helplessly, "She's like a child. It would be fun if you came; Ollie and Luke are coming so it'd be like old times. And my godfather will be there…think about it."
A few minutes later we were alone again and I let out a long sigh, glancing at Damon who seemed to have a thoughtful expression on his face, "You should go."
"What?"
Did he just say that? He smiled a little, "You should go with them. The only reason you're not going it because of me, I don't want that. Go to California."
"No, I want to stay with you." I insisted, not lying or anything.
He tilted his head slightly, reaching up on hand to stroke down my cheek and I leant into his hand, "One week won't kill me and it won't kill you. Go to California with your friends, have fun…and then come back and I'll make sure the week apart was worth it." My eyes widened and I felt myself blush slightly at the obvious meaning, smiling and closing the distance to kiss him.
"I love you Damon."
He laughed, hugging me closer to him, "I promise amazing sex and then you love me." I gaped at him for a moment only for him to grin, earning a gently slap on his chest and nestling into him, "I love you too."
I think it goes without saying that Aalia was very excited when I told her I would be flying off to California with them the next day. There was a lot of jumping and screaming and 'oh my god I'm so excited!' And truth be told so was I…as much as I loved all my newer old friends it would be nice to have a proper 'original group' holiday again…with the edition of Klaus. Sure I wished Damon could come and I'd tried to make him but he really did have to get back to work…which sucked. But then I guess what he said was right…my Welcome Home 'present' was sure to be a good one.
Short chapter that…sorry…I'll try and make the next one longer.