A 10,000 dollar loan was lended for it be squandered on lavish a lavish getaway in Hawaii. Them being capable of affording the costs of the luxury suite was the equivalent of layingbare both of their social statuses. It is every bit of an improvement in Gavin's as is Barbie's. As always, Barbie is one, whom is affectionate towards Gavin, so this 10,000 dollar loan would be disbursed on this "romantic escape." The exotic cuisine, Egyptian cotton bedding with thread count in the thousands, and a vista to live to behold would alone complete their stay. Nevertheless, viewing nature's sunsets, wilderness, and wildlife simultaneously on the head of a volcano is something neither of them have felt. This was the opportunity of a lifetime.
Gavin contacted Barbie to inspirit him about the getaway. It was exhilarating to see Gavin as an animated version of himself. His mother inquired the reason why he was smiling an unusual amount. It wasn't long until his eyes lit up, "A friend of mine, I met during work, is bringing me to Hawaii free of charge." He caught sight of the look of someone who is convinced that all strangers will show their innate cynical disposition one way or another. On another day, on his way to departing from home, another glimpse at his mother gave away that the air was of the similar stiffness of the last morning he opened up on his ecstatic self. While he was not elated to have the alarms remain in the back of his mind, work today was not going to transform into an ill success. This woman, Barbie who he esteemed to an extent, endured perpetual hardships. It ranged from a lover of hers breaking his vows of eternal consolation to two intimate friends from the longest of time leaving the world without her to her employer being discovered rotting on a mountain of a particular yellow dairy product. The state of affairs put her in a position to stomach her rout in life, but the power to annihilate these emotional adversaries flowed. Subsequently, becoming acquainted with Gavin, she decided the course of the uncontrollable tides.
"It is only 2 hours until I will fly us both to Hawaii," she reminded Gavin, "I was hoping your day was enlivened by the possibility of a vacay. That's all," she added in the phone call. It was so unlike Gavin to confront this kind of social interaction. It is none other than his conscience dissolving his social anxiety into water like a fine grained salt to move him into his metamorphosis. The initial sentiments of the conscience that it resolves troublesome roadblocks for Gavin is an unerring sentiment of the conscience. There is a likelihood that one concerns themselves with why the official name of the conscience to Gavin is "Hannah Conscience." To answer, in the case "Gavin Conscience" was the name possessed, the conscience would oath to take, the preferable, the disreputable, the "path of least resistance."
Gavin prepared his three spacious suitcases. One would store the ample supply of articles of clothing and shoes. The other accommodated his needs to brush his teeth, be devoid of a sunburn or bug bites, or sustain himself on a stranded island. Considering the traumatic experiences that have weathered his trust in humanity recently, he did not feel the need to elaborate to his mother as to what reason he is bringing bags of rice, two containers of oatmeal, a bag of sugar, and a container of olive oil. This is excluding the water purifier, miniature fridge, pot, few utensils, and one bottle of dish soap he lugs around in the separate suitcase. Barbie commended his efforts in arranging suitable food provisions for two people. It was admitted by her own self that she carried a survival kit on every vacation. From an objective standpoint, it was a traditional pair of two paranoid people joining together as one in harmony.
Without further ado, they were on the typical flight to Hawaii. Barbie assuaged his nerves by paying a visit to technicians to check the plane and meeting with meteorologists to know the exact weather pattern on the route. The route flew them alongside the western face of Mexico then straight across to a region to land on her own Barbie logoed landing pad. Notoriously, her legendary styles impact on the region resulted in the birth of this landing pad. During the trip, Barbie recognized the pattern between the fuel and acceleration of the pink jet. As the jet accelerated, it would deploy an immoderate amount of fuel. At this rate, Barbie would need to take a detour into the unpredictable weather patterns of Mexico to seek the necessary zero-emission fuel. By the name of the fuel, it was extremely doubtful that Mexico would carry it, so they could be confined Mexico's borders for a long time. Reckon if her hunch is correct, the less than abundant gas in the engine is insufficient to even provide for a detour. Barbie knew geography as well as she knew the back of her hand. Thus, they bided farewell to conveniences or civilization and camped on an isle in the middle of the Pacific ocean.
Not claimed by either Mexico and Hawaii, it nor was scientifically significant due to the data analysis on its compact ecosystem. They discovered barely if any archaeological evidence of early tribes migrating or existing on this speck floating on the ocean.
"A lookalike isle to this one was one I saw on "'Naked and Afraid,'" expressed Gavin whilst sauntering the inhabited coast.
Prancing down extended stairs out onto the sand, she called out, "Wait, up, Gavin! I just notified the rescue team of our location. They will arrive with fuel and an airplane to transport us to Hawaii!"
He turned around just at the perfect time to her springing at him. It was as she squeaked into his ear, "Classic Barbie hug attack number 1!" Over and over again as he tugged her lower shirt, telling her to let go, let go already, the snuggle pressed further into his shoulder. The motions of him removing her made him topple on the sand practically crushing her skinny limbs.
"You okay, Barbie?" He said taking his chin off her forehead. Blonde hair surmounting blonde hair, although cascading over her place to speak, she emitted a whimsical giggle. That stylized sound exhaled his breath and down into his void. Never before has he been mesmerized by her like this.
With that feeling stirring up inside him, he stuttered to pronounce a word to say to her. Then an issue began where, because she lacked the individuality of Gavin, she couldn't crack the code to the words he was throwing at her. It was enlightening how she caught that many words out of mumbles. For as long as she knew him, her brain innately recorded everything he would say. As innocent as she thought it was, her confidence in applying his speaking pattern to figure out these fragments was enough to satisfy Gavin.
Gaining his admiration, the tint on her cheeks shifted to a darker hue. They became the full blown color of cherry, the dye shading out into her pale skin at the spacious room spanning from surrounding her eye, to her chin, and what caught Gavin's attention, her rosy lips. He loathed the loss of body heat between them, but disciplined himself enough in his mind to dispose of those romantic thoughts. Once they grasped onto each other's sweaty and flushed palms, he unfalteringly yanked her up to his body. Eager as she felt for this moment, it was different than she would have ever imagined. Accidentally, they adjoined then squinted. Gavin rubbed the bruise on his lower cheek bone caused by Barbie driving her blonde skull directly at his fragile bone structure on his face.
"I'm so so so so very sorry, Gavin," immediately went in repetitious before he radiated showing his few front teeth that could be confused with elegant pearls and diamonds. To bring him to this gesture of exuberance, it settled deep in her throat as she gulped the words, "Your teeth are the treasure to forge the high seas and earth for."
The trust drained from his eyes onto the rummaged through sand left a minute ago. A look of wariness replaced it. Gavin could identify the words prudence scribbled on her hand as they broadened their reach around his radius. Any distance preventing shrunk. Abnormal fevers spoke in their pulsing ears to coerce them to shiver, rip the clothing off of each other, and seek appeasement in ecstasy.
Stranded didn't mean deserted. Indebted to Gavin's consummate motions revealing her panties and bra, she returned it back by peeling off his second to last article covering him from her: his shorts. Rolling their forms on the sand, tousling each other's hairs in their selective fingers, the two sets of hips gained momentum in a steady rocking motion. Barbie on top of Gavin, rhythmically clicked her tongue on the roof of his mouth, getting closer to the red bulb dangling over his throat. Gavin spoke an inaudible sound that must have prompted him into that soon to arrive auspicious tongue flick that made her gasp. In this position, the laced panties of here disturbed the nerves in Gavin's upper thigh. He worked his hands down the strings of gold to grip and detain her waist to keep her lace panties from creating new sensations. In this extended period of time, they tangled themselves together in light moans and gasps, snickering occasionally enchanted by their exposure of skin, which only wrought their fears away encouraging their eternal crave. The loss of their inherent manners sold themselves to depravity in these gentle passing minutes.
Since nighttime encountered Barbie first in a need for ventilation in her lungs, rubbing his forehead, she finished darting off in the direction of the jet. Gracefully, she descried him catching up in her lead. At that angle he saw her on that beach away, her beauty transitioned into an inappreciable dot in the night sky, a symbol that man only achieved in contemporary times.
Left to their own devices out of the reach of civilization, they were undisturbed by the ruffled hair and the nonexistent coverage of their pale skin. Each of them slid into their own pair of reclined pink jet seats, across from each other, that also formed comfortable sofas. On the jet's roof, there came this pinging then plopping then banging noise. The key to the problem was to stop the blustery coastal winds combined in the raining tempestuous emotions of Zeus. Barbie sheepishly apologized, "I was not made aware that the weather would have been so chaotic here on this island."
Gavin replied blowing out a breath of confidence that made it's way to her, observable by the change of her facial expression, "Hey, if you didn't know about the fuel, we'd be in the middle of the ocean right now. This is nothing." After he recapitulated the incident, per her obligation she felt, she traded with him a face expressing her gratitude as well.
Her gratitude elicited a tender response, "Wanna chat a bit? It is too early to get to bed." Since the night's end couldn't be sensed, Barbie's lights-casted shadow against the floor nodded in the dark's limitless abyss. Both swiftly dabbled themselves in the types of questions that they were able to ask at this stage of the relationship. Gavin slanted his head then gave the sound of defeat: groaning tirelessly in front of the Blonde woman wrapping her brain around perplexing thoughts.
"That's it! I got it. Who is your absolute favorite music artist?" She questioned clasping her hands together going into a state of anticipation. Accordingly, he peered out from behind his hands that were covering the upper half of his face. They were there because of his chagrin irking him after he positively couldn't propose a single matter to ask about.
"Eminem," Gavin appeased her curiosity, swaying his head to the left. All throughout this mesmerizing experience, his eyes only found a way to mate with her eyes.
She returned the same interconnected energy, "Yeah, he's really really popular. What about do you like about him?" The feminine tone of her voice and mannerisms displayed her especial vivacity. The greatest qualities of Gavin fluoresced in concord with hers. Beyond doubt, the fidgeting of the two made calling this "love" an understatement.
Upon giving an unfeigned answer, he went from sitting on a single seat to stretching his legs across the length of the other seat's armrests, "I don't know, but his music always calms me. I never know why." This action created an effortless way to track the agreement of her words with her emotions. It is deemed unnecessary for him to turn his body's beating heart to her as his message of love has become no longer delayed whenever his heart is facing her. This instant, they were lovers keeping on softly singing their song.
Barbie gesticulated erratically, the blood jammed inside her pulsing heart, "Oh, okay, then, what is your favorite dessert?"
Gavin suggestively uplifted an eyebrow, "An ice cream cream that I usually have on my b-day." The traction in the air drastically improved upon its prior ardor. Its supremacy over Barbie stressed her. It was shown in the shortcoming of her gaze falling onto something else than Gavin.
Licking her lips at long last, she pulled herself together, "Well, well, sweet, sour, spicy, savory, or umami?" Her bum was attached to a sole jet seat to keep her heart's warmth from toppling her over. If she laid her back and legs on the armrests of her chair, she could only squeeze from herself words scattered without any meaning together. If she was in that position directing her body into the direction of his body, she couldn't begin to illuminate him on any one of her feelings.
The avidity compelled him to answer with fervor, "I love food that got a spicy kick to it."
She was stupefied, "Oh, I didn't expect you'd choose that. Mine is sweet, but erm, on another note, do you like anything in particular?" It became certain that her heart's irregular beating would little by little burst into pieces for Gavin to pick them up and put them together. The obvious was to make amends by giving him an eyeful of her tormented eyes.
"Ask me to identify any sports car and I could tell you it, so I guess you could say I like cars," Gavin's steady mouth motioned to say. He would be erroneously described if he would said to have been frantic in his movements.
Barbie stabilized herself on her chair to be hypnotized by his peacock blue irises. Her legs propped up on the armrest meant her back was against another armrest. She started, "That is definitely a useful skill to have," while stroking her chin she remembered, "What is your favorite color, exercise, fruit, and vegetable?" Before he could respond, she cupped her mouth and added, "Sorry for asking so much at once..."
Gavin's shimmer in his teeth bloomed before her again at her self-consciousness comforting, "Ha, ha, it's okay," he used hand swift hand motions to relieve her, "Black, weightlifting, kiwis, then lastly carrots." Then he gestured for her to come over, and then patted his lap to imply for her to get on his lap next.
It was challenging to not have her dimples brighten up the room as she ambled along the isle then collapsed in his nuzzling against her, "Ohhhhhh, I like it," she laughed, "What do you wish you could learn more about in life?"
Gavin drew closer to her bare skin and lace bra creating tingles on every patch of skin he breathed on, "What if I said you?" An untamed red rushed all over her as she slowly tilted her chin upwards to him. He guided the tips of his fingers on top of her skin ever so gently. The shivers resounded even more frequently when he was taking advantage of her tilted back frame to dwindle the sound of her voice in his fanatical lips.
Ultimately, this would be the most haunting incident of the whole ordeal. After all, this was the event of the vacation. At Hawaii, every other humdrum event couldn't be a comparison.
An arrival at home was welcomed by a dreary and drenched atmosphere. In the pouring rain, it is exhibited by their hands cuddling that they were not abstracted from each other's presence. To Prince Charming, himself, Barbie permits herself to be lifted off her feet in order to dwell at his humble abode for the night.
Thanks for reading! Happy you read so far in! Now onto Part II!