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I can't believe I forgot.
Anyway.
Urrgh...
I think... did I meet up with him in the bar later? I don't remember.
Thursday we went on a jeep tour, that was pretty crazy. Good ol' Mental Mickey... I think I met up with Tom in the bar later that day. His parents were down there and my dad and I sat with them, and Tom and Naomi came down later. Tom had a coke in one of those tall glasses and knocked it over and broke the glass and got coke everywhere... rofl It was much lulz. Then later Naomi went and Tom sat next to me and he's a very fiddly person and he kept drumming on the table and fiddling with his fingers. The whole time he was doing it I could feel my head slumping ever more forward as I stared at his hands and thinking how badly I wanted to just lick them... hmmhm. Then later we were just hanging around in the hotel doing nothing, just sitting on the second floor looking at how badly someone had attempted to fill in a crossword puzzle. I was like 'I wanna do the puzzle! We can get a pen from your room! COME ON LET'S DO IT IN YOUR ROOM NOW!' and then I was like s**t. xd
Next day we went to the Nerja caves, and omfg. I didn't speak to Tom AT ALL that day.
Saturday, last full day. I felt I was wasting my time as I sat on the beach and hung out with my parents. Eurgh.
I spent most of the day driving myself insane thinking about how I could better spend my time, even though it would be nigh impossible to do so.
But later at dinner, I went up to him in the buffet line and asked to meet me in the bar later 'cause I was so sick of hanging out with my parents. When I went back to my table, s**t. I got severe verbal diarrhea. I couldn't stop talking, so fast that my parents couldn't understand me. I just couldn't shut up. Even when I met him in the bar later I was still going.
We went straight outside to go explore. Who cares if it was dark and we didn't know where we were going. We went up the road 'cause I knew there was a play park we could mess around in, but s**t. I hadn't seen a Spanish teenager the whole time I was there but then they all came out. And so we ran away. We went up the other road to some roundabout where there was a penguin made of wire and lights for some reason, and we lol'd because if you looked from the side it looked like the penguin had a boner. Then we went somewhere, I dunno where. We went around in a circle. And then we decided, yeah, we'll go around again. I had finally stopped talking like a loon. Then we started running - I dunno why. We just ran up the road trying to race each other and I took a short cut but he still beat me. Ahh well. Then we went up this path that had a load of rubble up one side, we started climbing up the rubble but then we decided yeeaaaaah we'll go on the path. Then we saw these two dogs, and we laughed. And we were walking under all these trees in the dark. And I remember going down steps. Oh yeah, then we hit the beach. He was saying he didn't wanna go onto the beach in the dark, but I was all yeaaaah let's go on the beach in the dark. So I pushed him on. Then I looked up to the stars and leaned back on him and said ahahaha I see Orion. And he was like whut. And I was like yeah 'cause there's his belt. And he was like how do you know that's Orion's belt. And I was all BECAUSE IT IS ALRIGHT. And then we were arguing about that. Then he tried to step back but I grabbed hold of him hurrhurr. Anyway. Then we went to this big rock and I was like yeah let's climb it. So we did. That was fun. Then we were looking at this graffiti by the "HP CREW" and I think they must have listed their gang names and one of them was PHONE and we lol'd so hard. Seriously, the HP Crew have tagged practically everything by the beach. Then we walked past this estate agents and we were like YEAH LET'S BUY A HOUSE. But there was nothing I could get with the ten Euros in my pocket. Damn.
HEY. I'VE JUST REMEMBERED THAT I PAID A EURO FOR HIM AND HIS DAD TO HAVE A GAME OF POOL AND HE NEVER PAID ME BACK. mad
Then we went back to the hotel where we chillaxed in his room just Pictochatting on our DSes. We were just talking about anything and everything. And I found out he has really ticklish feet... I tickled them and he GIGGLED LIKE A LITTLE GIRL aww. c:
I said 'It's a shame we're leaving tomorrow... ikindalikeyou<3' and then he copied the 'ikindalikeyou<3' message and sent it back to me, so... I dunno if he was being serious or not. :[
Eventually, I had to leave, at gone 11pm, so he walked me up to my room. I hugged him and I was like 'See you... never' and then I kissed him. NO, NOT A GOOD KISS. A STUPID, LESS-THAN-A-SPLIT-SECOND-LONG FRIEND KISS. URGH. AND THEN I WENT UP TO MY DOOR. AND HE WALKED AWAY. WHY DIDN'T I CHASE HIM BACK DOWN AND KISS HIM PROPERLY.
Anyway. I could hardly sleep at all that night. I had to see him again. He was leaving at about 8 the next morning, I was leaving later in the day, so I went down at about 7 to try and catch him. I was sitting on a chair by the dining room for ages. I must've missed him when he went from the dining room to his room, but I caught his family when they came back down. I beckoned him over to sit next to me and I said 'I lied... I did see you again'. I didn't say much, I was afraid I was gonna cry. But I managed to quietly say 'Idon'tjustkindalikeyouIreallylikeyouandI'mupsetthatyou'releaving' and he laughed a little like he didn't quite hear me and thought that was the response he should make. *sigh*
Then I just clung to him.
And I wouldn't let go for another ten minutes until he had dragged me to the front door and had to prise me off before getting on the coach. I said bye and just ran away, I had started to properly cry.
And that was the last I ever saw of him.
Well, we talk on MSN, but it's not the same. He hardly talks to me. I try making conversation and it just dies. So yeah. It's pretty obvious he never felt the same way about me.
I thought I'd got over him by now, but as I've typed this, I've started to feel tears build up in my eyes.
I miss him so much...
And it's so weird. I feel... so attached to that place. It's not like when I went to Italy, y'know, just spending the day in different places, looking around, sightseeing. Maybe it's 'cause this time I stayed in one place. But I dunno. I learned my way around, I knew where stuff was, I knew which rocks were fun to climb, it all felt... familiar. I looked at photos I took and I could picture the whole hotel like I could go there any day.
Would it be... stupid... to say... it felt like a home?
I just know it's not gonna be the last I see of that place. And I know I'll see him again. I can just feel it.
Seriously, I can totally recommend a Thomson holiday to Nerja, Spain, it's near Malaga, and stay at Villa Flamenca. And go on a jeep tour with Michael! xd
Yeah, I know nobody's gonna do that, but maybe. xd