ultraviolence {m.r.} | ON HOLD

seven // not easy

I lay in the warm spanish sun, enjoying my sleep, as I suddenly shrug up from my dreams.

"I can't find my phone,"

I hear, coming from above me.

I slowly turn around, but the sun shines brightly right into my eyes.

In a reflex put my hand in front of my eyes, to protect them, but that makes me to bump my clumsy arms right against my drink, causing it to flow over the entire table.

Great.

Why am I always so clumsy?

"I don't know where I left it, I thought it was in my bag but I must have taken it to the bar or something, I don't get it..",
Fay goes on, without seeing me being a clumsy oaf.

"How can I know where you left your phone, keep an eye on your stuff", I answer, a little irritated.

Fay drops what she's doing and looks at me with a cheeky eyebrow.

"I'm sorry", I say.
"Have you taken it with you to the bathroom?"

Fay thinks for a couple seconds, before answering my question.

"No, I'm 99% sure I left it over here."

"Well, I suggest you go look in the bathroom for that 1 percent.
I'll look around over here.", I say.

"Thanks, I'll be right back.", my best friend says, while running towards the bathroom blocks around the corner.

"Okay, how hard can it be to find a phone?", I say to myself. I start rummaging in Fay's bag.

Sunscreen, sunglasses, body lotion, lipbalm, a hairbrush, parfum, a magazine, ...
But indeed, no phone.

This is actually really weird.

Suddenly, I hear a beep.

I grab my phone from the table next to my seat and unlock it as fast as possible.

one new message from manu rios:
"meet me at our spot from last night"

My heart starts beating faster.

He wants to meet me.
Again.

I grab my bag and stand up, looking around.

I look around to see if I forget anything, and I see Fays bag.

Shit, Fay. I can't just leave without her knowing where I went.

What should I do?

I'll just send her a message!
I take my phone and begin typing.

Then I facepalm.
She went searching for her phone.

Oh god Amélie, please stop being so awkward.

I decide just to go to the beach, Fay won't worry to much.

I hurry to the stairs towards the beach and quickly put my bikini-top on the right place and pull up my jeans-shorts a little.