60 Days With You

YOU FLIRT LIKE AN OLD MAN

It’s been 3 days since Ali left. And tomorrow is my flight. And to sum it up?

I’m f*cked up! I haven’t met my purpose here! I’ve roamed around the city the first day but I don’t see a single soul of him. The next day I’ve browsed online everywhere in London he might go. And then I’ve visited all of them yesterday afternoon. But I’ve never saw him! Not even a strand of his hair!!

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I did not bother to answer but when I saw it was Marie, I have no choice but to answer it.

“Hello?”

“So? Have you met him? How does he look like? Handsome? Of course he is. Great Body? HEY! Tell me about it”, she excitingly said on the phone.

“I can’t see him”, I said and ate a scoopful of ice cream. I’ve come here this far I can’t just leave without seeing him!

“You can’t see him. Oh you can’t- Wait wait wait. Wait what? SO YOU MEAN YOU HAVEN’T MET HIM?! YOUR FLIGHT’S TOMORROW!”

I scooped another ice cream and ate it freezing all my anger.

“And that means I’ll have to leave without seeing him”

“Katie what are you talking about?”

“That means I’ll never see him”, I sadly said while letting a single tear escape my right eye and wiped it quickly. It was a tear of disappointment. My Money! My Vacation! I spent and invested hella big to be able to come here. I've saved money and spend thousands of dollars in one week for this vacation.

“I’ll have to drown my sorrows so I could forget. So much of a heartbreak”

“I understand you. It hurts a lot when you’re finally on the edge of your lifetime dream and then you passed through it. Take care and call me when you’re on board. Okay?”

“Bye”, I immediately pressed the end call button and then hopped on my car off to the convenience store. I slammed the door open and just spared the cashier a stare before making my way to the fridge and grab a beer of gold can and shoved them into the counter.

“I need it quick”, the lady paused for a moment but then punched it on the counter quickly.

I stormed out of the convenience store and drove anywhere the wheels of the car took me until I stopped the car and walked into the shore. I luckily saw a bench and sat there with the cans of beer. Atleast I have a bench. The ocean had its perfect waves that time that I stared at it for how many minutes hoping that I would saw a mermaid or dolphins cause I've never saw one.

“Hey Ocean! I’m leaving this place tomorrow! I’ll tell you what”, I said and then drank from the can.

“I came here to meet someone. He’s my childhood crush. I saw him when I was 8 and I was stalking him from that point on and I’ve liked him so much”, and then drank again.

“And I’m leaving tomorrow. And I still haven’t met. Not even a single dandruff of him. I was confused if I got to the real London or is this a fake city or something. Not even a nail, damn!”, and drank the beer again. OH? It’s empty. I took another beer and then open it and drank from it. It was around 3 already.

“Is this even London? Then why can’t I see him? Huh? Not even a single f*****g hair?”, I was like a teacher asking the ocean where is his assignment that time.

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I picked it up while closing my eyes as the view around was spinning. Or I’m probably spinning.

“He-hello?”

“Katie? Katie, you in there?”

“Yes I’m here. Would I be talking to you on the phone right now if I’m not?*huk*”

“Your flight is 9 tomorrow. I called to remind you that”

“Who are you to know my flight schedule? Are you a spy or murderer or something?”

“This is Blake. What has gottin’ into you?”

“You speak like you know me well. This kid”

“Did I wake you up or something? You sound weird”

“I’- I’m sorry. But I t-think you called t-the wrong n-number”

“Hello Katie? For Pete’s sake are you drunk?!”

“BINGO!”, I said smiling.

“But how did you know I was drinking. Did the smell of the beer has been transmitted somehow to you?” I said looking and checking to my cellphone to find a hole or something and then took my hand and then placed it on my mouth before drawing a breath and smelled it. OH! It smells awful but I was amazed how he smelled it too!

"Wow! TECHNOLOGY!"

“Katie! Listen to me! You can’t drink! So stop it now and go home and prepare everything!”, I stood straight and place the phone from my ear to my mouth.

“I’m sorry to tell you this. But y-you really c-called a wrong number. And I-I should stop talking to you b-because my Doctor told me I s-should never talk to s-strangers on the phone. S-soooo Byeee!”, I said waving my hand on the phone and ended the call.

“Strangers this days. London guys suck! Wait I’m not even in London. Or am I in London? Then I should’ve seen atleast a strand of his hair here or on the DAMN city somewhere!”, I said and looked around hoping to see his hair. Nope! No hair! I grabbed another can of beer, opened it and drank it until it’s empty and then left it with the other empty cans before grabbing another. I bowed and take a look under the bench maybe he's tying himself in there or something but not. And then my gaze met my pajamas.

“Look at what I’m wearing. Am I even in London?”

“Yes you are. This is very much London and you are sitting at a bench near to one of the beaches of London”, I looked at my back to see who it was and saw a guy wearing a black hoodie with his bag hanging at his back and his hand lying at his pocket.

“How dare you eavesdrop a woman? Since when are you standing in there?”

“Is this London? Then why can’t I see him? That monologue of yours made me think someone was going to end her life at the beach”,   I stood with an empty can on my hand as I tried to press it as hard as I could and then threw forcefully at his face. He was surely lucky enough to cover his face with his hands but he still winced in pain in his arms.

“What was that for?”

“Never eavesdrop a drunk woman’s confession, as*hole!”, I said and then motioned him to go away with my hand and sat down. I took another can and opened it. I was halfway to opening it when he sat next to me on the bench.

“This is my bench”, I just smiled and rolled my eyes.

“This is your bench?! YOUR FACE! Well this is my ocean then! London Guys really suck!”, I said mentioning the word suck at the same time with the sprtt sound of the opened can. The beer actually tastes awful, but not as awful as my disappointment.

“Wow! I’ve never seen a foreign woman talk shits about the british people. Not count someone who cuss unbelievably fast around here”, he exclaimed.

“I’m one of a k-kind, right?”, I said and leaned closer to him while smiling softly. He smiled and leaned to me as well.

“You surely are”, we smiled to each other and stared for seconds before I broke my smile and slap his face real hard that he shouted-

“Owwwww!”, we both did. My right hand felt numb. What kind of a face is so hard?! I should have punched him instead!

“What was that for woman?”, he said half angry half goofy.

“A lesson. I’ll s-slap you again if you flirt with a w-woman the wrong way. And… an …honest comment? You flirt… like. an .old. man”, I regretfully said and drank again.

“Okay then slap me when I flirt bad and I’ll kiss you when you I get you fluttered”, I stared at him and slapped him again.

“That was a lame line”, and then stared back at the beach. I stood and bended my knees and started digging on the sand with my left hand while my right hand was holding the can of beer.

"What are you digging in there?", he said and helped me dig.

"I was trying if he was in here to get tanned and was covered by sand after sleeping or something", and he stopped digging and sat back on the bench.

"Hey, where are you going help me here"

"You seriously are drunk", he commented but I did not mind him and continued digging.

“I wonder if I met him. How would he talk to me. Would he flirt? Or would he ask me for dinner? Or would I end up punching him in the face?”, he chuckled before asking.

“Was this the guy who lived in London but you never saw not even his hair?”, I looked at him unbelievably.

“Are you a mind reader? You got the man right. But am I in London? Then I should’ve seen him”, he opened a can of beer and drank three gulps before making his way and sat on the sand next to me.

“London guys, don’t have a stagnant route. You know that, we go anywhere we think of going to. What is he doing now?”, he asked. I placed strand of my hair behind my ears first before answering.

“He runs a business company”, he nodded.

“Then he might be playing tennis, or golf. Or on a bar with some ladies”

“He is one of a kind of a businessman”, I said defensing Pierce. But he just kissed me. D*mn! That was my first!

“That was a lame line”, he said impersonating me. And I punched him real hard. Real hard that I could feel my bones on the fist met his bones in the jaw.

“You definitely are a boxer. I’m positive of this”, he said standing and massaging his jaw.

“What would you even do if someone mistreats you here. You’re all alone, and drunk.”, he sat and drank the beer. I slowly took my taser out of my jacket and he spat all the beers in his mouth.

“Where is that thing from?”

“My jacket. I’ll sure to hit you in there big time if you do something I won’t like”, I threatened him not leaving my stare on the ocean. He talks like someone entertaining his broken friend or something.