Thursday, January 1, 2009
Isle of Wight, UK
"I love you," Rob whispered into my ear as we stumbled along the coast after an evening of drinking and music at a local pub on the island.
I smiled up at him and squeezed his hand in mine. "I love you, too."
"Phew," he exhaled. "Glad that's over with."
I giggled and nestled into him, trying to steal some of his warmth. He leant down and placed a small kiss on my lips.
It was a beautiful night. Rob and I had wandered far enough away from the noise of those still celebrating the New Year and all that could be heard were the sounds of the waves crashing and the light breeze that was sifting through the air.
"I'm glad you came. This is beginning to be our little tradition," he said.
"It is, isn't it?" I grinned. "Although, if I recall correctly, last year you were so drunk I didn't even get my kiss at midnight."
He chuckled, embarrassed.
"It's okay. We made up for it the next day."
"We did," Rob agreed. "We made our own New Year's."
"At 12 noon!" I laughed. "That was fun."
He hugged me tighter and kissed the top of my head.
When we made it back to the cottage we were renting out with the boys it was already after three in the morning. Tom was passed out on the couch, Marcus and Sam were missing (probably in bed with their girlfriends by now), and Bobby was sat at the kitchen table nursing another beer.
Rob joined Bobby in the kitchen while I decided to have some fun with Tom in the living room. Bobby and Rob cackled in laughter as they watched me untie Tom's shoelaces and retie them together. He didn't even stir, sorry bastard.
I accompanied Bobby and Rob at the dining table. "Never fall asleep with your shoes still on," I giggled.
Bobby took his bottle cap and threw it at Tom, hitting him square in the head. "Tom, wake up!"
Tom scratched the top of his head as his eyes slowly opened.
"Thomas, can you bring me my phone please? It's right there on the coffee table." I pointed to the small table that his feet were resting on.
Rob kicked my foot underneath the table. "Evil bitch," he laughed under his breath.
I shrugged, my eyes focused on Tom. Oh, how I wish I could film what was about to happen.
Tom stood up and completely toppled over a second later. "What the fuck was that?" He yelled. We all laughed, including Tom who now saw his shoelaces knotted together. He kicked his shoes off and stood up on his two feet. "Alright, who do that?"
I glanced over at Rob trying to hide the guilty grin on my face. Bobby, the bastard that he was, pointed at me.
"You!" Tom shouted, picking me right up out of my seat. "Adin, Adin, Adin. You silly girl. You're going to get it." He flipped me over his shoulder and started carrying me away.
Brushing my hair out of my face, I peeked up at Rob and Bobby who were very amused at the situation. "Robert, help me!" I squealed as Tom dropped me on the floor of the living room.
"God, you're heavy," Tom teased, beginning to tickle my sides.
"Stop! Stop, I can't breathe!" I yelled through my laughter.
"What the hell is going on down here?" Sam appeared at the bottom of the stairs in just his boxers.
"Sam! Help!" I shrieked, out of breath. I squirmed, trying to get away from Tom's grasp.
All of a sudden, someone else picked me up and set me on my feet. "Alright, that's enough," Rob announced. "It sounds like someone is dying in here."
I stumbled over to the couch and tried to catch my breath.
The boys all found a seat, leaving me squished between Rob and Tom while Bobby and Sam sat on the reclining chairs across from us.
"I hope you learned your lesson," Tom smiled, poking me in my side.
"I hope you learned you lesson, Sturridge!" I retorted. "Don't pass out with your shoes on or suffer the consequences."
"What are the consequences?" Sam asked, confused.
"Hold on," Bobby said, getting up from his chair and kneeling in front of the television. He plugged his phone into the player and then took his seat.
"You filmed it?" I looked over at Bobby who simply nodded, a wicked grin playing on his lips.
We played the twelve-second recording over and over again until our stomachs ached from all of the laughter.