It felt like we were standing there forever. Holding each other tight.
'I think we have to go back', He whispered in my ear.
He put his arm around my shoulders and we slowly made our way back to the ski slope.
Right before we got there, he kissed my forehead. 'I think you should go to your friends. I don't want people to... to..'
'To know we're together.' I gasped.
'No! I mean, I don't want them to get angry or something. We've been gone for quite a long time..'
I smiled. 'Yeah, I get it. Bye!'
And I smiled.
But that smile faded away when I saw Eliza coming up to me.
'Oh my god!', she yelled. 'What did you do?! He didn't force you into doing things you didn't want, right?'
I laughed. 'No! Of course not! He.. He..'
'He did what?' Eliza asked.
'He asked me... if I wanted to be his girlfriend.'
She seemed pretty shocked. 'S-seriously? And what did you say? You didn't say yes, right? You know what I told you about him...'
I tried to put on my serious face, but on the inside I was laughing.
'Well, actually I did say yes. I'm sorry for you, but I really like him. He's really sweet and..'
'You know what, I'm not even going to get angry. You're just so naive.' And she walked away.
'Oh, and just so you know, I won't be there to pick you up if you'll be drowning in your own tears when he dumps you.'
Well, I guess that's what they mean with jealousy, I thought by myself. But I wasn't going to let her get in my way. This time, it was my turn to have fun.
Later that day, we were having dinner at the building at the ski slope. I hadn't seen Mandy since the afternoon, and Eliza kept looking at me, hateful. But it didn't really bother me.
I walked past the buffet, but I wasn't hungry at all. So I just grabbed some french fries and sat down at an empty table. I at some fries, but then I saw Luke walk in my direction.
'Hey!' he said.
He pointed at the chair in front of me. 'Can I sit there? Or were you waiting for Mandy?'
I smiled. 'No, it's fine! Take a seat!'
I looked at his plate that was full of fries, spaghetti and -something that seemed like- a hamburger.
He turned red and looked embarrassed at my plate, that was almost empty. 'I-I know, I think I might have taken a little to much..'
I laughed. 'No, that's fine. I'm just not really hungry..'
'I don't want to be overanxious, but don't you think you should eat a little more? Is that all you're gonna take..?'
This time it was my turn to look embarrassed at my plate. 'I don't know, I might take a second round later..'
He laughed, and I saw the twinkle in his eyes. 'Or.. you can just take it now!'
He took a hand of french fries from his plate and threw it onto my plate. 'Here you go, that's much better.'
I smiled. 'Thanks, but..'
'Aha, I see. You want some sauce with that! Here you go, some ketchup!' He took the ketchup bottle, and he squeezed the bottle above my plate, while laughing.
'Uh, that's enough, thanks...'
'You sure..?' He said in a teasing way. But after stopping for a second, he squeezed the bottle again.
I couldn't stop laughing. 'N-no! That's enough-h-h! S-stop!'
But he found it even funnier that me. Meanwhile, my plate was half filled with ketchup, but he didn't stop pouring. And he didn't stop laughing either.
But then, he didn't control the bottle, and suddenly he accidentally squeezed it on my shirt.
'Oh my god', he said, ashamed.
But instead of getting angry, I took the mayonnaise bottle and squeezed some onto his shirt.
He looked at his shirt for a second, and lifted his head up. Then he tried to say with a serious face: 'Now it's war.'
He squeezed another stain of ketchup onto my shirt. I screamed, and immediately did it back, and we got into a sauce fight. We laughed and the tears were streaming down his face.
After a while, both of our bottles were empty and I finally realized how terrible we looked. And all we could do was laugh about it.
'Uhm, let me grab a tissue.' He said, and walked away.
'Think you'll need more than just one tissue', I teased him, and he smiled.
After a while he came back with a whole pack of tissues and sat down next to me. 'Here you go', he said.
We both grabbed a tissue and started cleaning ourselves. The sauce was literally everywhere. On our t-shirts, our face, and even in our hair.
We used the whole box and finally I felt a little cleaner.
'Is it gone now?', I asked him.
He cleaned his fingers on a used tissue. 'Almost, just let me..' And he wiped the sauce under my lower lip away with his fingers.
I laughed nervously, but tried not to. His fingers tickled, and made me feel electric shocks through my body. The way he looked, focused on my lips made me want to kiss him.
It was as if he could read my mind. He leaned in and his lips touched mine. I could taste the mayonnaise that was left on his lips, but I could mainly taste the feeling of love.
Hey guys, I'm really, really sorry I haven't been updating in so long. I almost forgot how much I enjoy writing, since I didn't do it in a while. But here's the new chapter, I really hope you like it and I'll try to update more often!