(It's working fine for me, now, but it was very annoying last night.)
Kenzie woke up the next morning in her bed, still wearing her clothes from yesterday.
How did I get here? she thought, confused, as she sat up. The last thing I remember is… The events of the night before flashed quickly through her mind. Oh, no. Jordan. Alyssa. Rob. Hunter. What did I say to him?
"You don't have to leave. I feel safer with you here."
Oh, no-no-no-no-no! Stupid tired brain, shooting out things I don't mean to say! Ugh, why would I say that to him? We've barely just gotten to know each other again.
When Hunter woke up in the morning, he felt better than he had ever since Keira’s death. Chuckling, he rolled out of bed. It was all thanks to Kenzie. And beating the crap out of Rob for Keira.
He took his phone and opened his contacts and typed a message for Kenzie.
”Morning, Kenz. How was your sleep?”
Then he opened Luna’s messages and typed one.
“Hey, Lunes, you there yet?”
(I’m here! Sorry, I was really busy)
(As soon as Luna gets on the cruise, I will start Matthew jsyk)
(I can't wait, Imma start right now!)
Matthew sat in first class, resting his head on a pillow. He hated first class. It brought back to many memories. His abusive, rich, whore of a stepfather, his selfish older sisters, his long-gone mother. An attendant interrupted his thoughts, fortunately, and asked him if he wanted a drink. Mattew stumbled over his words.
"Uh… let's see," he muttered. "I'll just take a beer." A sharp pain rippled through his head. "Make that a vodka," He groaned.
Matthew didn't want to go on this cruise. He really didn't want to go on this cruise. The only reason he was, was so he could get off… work. He shook off that thought. No work.
He went through the things to do through his head.
- Get drunk
- Stay away from the ladies
- Jump off the ship
The third one had been planned or months. He just couldn't live like he was now. Matthew had gone through a million ways to end his life, and drowning had really stood out. He wasn't completely sure if he would actually jump off the boat. If some miracle happened, like he meeting that special someone which was highly unlikely, he might postpone the jump. But again, it was highly unlikely.
(don't worry, I'm not gonna kill him off too)
(Please don’t. I really like this dude.)
Luna got to the harbor where the cruise ship was docked. There was a rock climbing-like wall with a rope to get up (there was also an elevator but Luna chose the wall climbing). Once she reached the top she saw how amazing it was, a pool toward the middle of the lower part of the top, an outdoor bar at the upper part, it was like a town on the water. The first thing Luna did was get to her room which was in first class. The room was like a nice house and Luna felt slightly insignificant.
Luna unpacked and went to the bar to see what there was. To her surprise, there was a cute… no, not cute, HOT guy at the bar drinking vodka. She casually walked over to him and sat one seat away from him, trying to catch his eye somehow.
Kenzie was in the kitchen making herself breakfast when her phone beeped with a new message.
HUNTER: Morning, Kenz. How was your sleep?
She smiled, despite her earlier, confused thoughts, and typed a response.
KENZIE: Hey, 'morning. It was good, yours?
Her phone buzzed and she checked it. Hunter texted her. "Yeah I'm there thanks for checking! Make sure my house it ok, please? Thanks, Hunter! : )" she sent. Then she put her phone away and went back to trying to catch the guy's eye in the most subtle way possible.
Hunter stepped into his kitchen while drying his hair with a towel when his phone rang, signalling a message. He let the towel rest on his head as he grabbed his phone. He smiled in relief at Kenzie’s response.
”It was good,” he typed. ”Slept well in a long time.
“What are your plans for today?”
When he set his phone on the counter, it buzzed again. Thinking it was Kenzie, he picked it up. It wasn’t Kenzie, but Luna.
”Yeah,” he said. ”Leave it to me.”
He contemplated what to make, before deciding on French Toast and began to make his breakfast.
(While Luna is off on the cruise y'all better make the best of her absence.)
A few minutes after starting to make herself breakfast–she'd decided on pancakes, her favorite comfort food–Kenzie's phone buzzed again. It was another message from Hunter. She smiled, then replied: Pancakes!!! :) After that, nothing.
Hunter was mixing the eggs when his phone buzzed. This time, it was Kenzie.
Hunter: You’d probably kill me for this, but I am not really a big fan of Pancakes :D
With her pancakes done and piled on a plate, Kenzie sat at her dining room table. She took out the maple syrup, butter, and peanut butter and set them on the table. Just as she was about to sit down to eat, she got another text from Hunter. She laughed when she read that he didn't like pancakes, then typed her reply.
KENZIE: That's because you haven't tried mine, yet. Give me 30 minutes, and I'll be there with some.
Hunter was just about to pop the last piece of French toast in his mouth when he received a message from Kenzie. He grinned.
Hunter: Oh, good thing I’m such a foodie. I’ll be waiting ;)
Matthew sat hunched over at the outdoor bar, drooling over a burger and a vodka. He poured some water into the vodka because it was too strong for his liking. Then he noticed this girl. She was… beautiful. Her hair fell over her face in dark locks, her eyes were like the night sky, her pupils the moon. He made eye contact with her for a split second, then turned away as quickly as he had glanced at her. Her stare was so powerful, he could even feel her gaze upon him. Finally, he turned to the girl and asked, "Can I buy you a drink?"
(THE SHIP IS MAKING PROGRESS)
Luna examined his face for a moment after he asked her. What she saw was sadness deep in his eyes. "Ah, I'll just have root beer." she responded, trying her best not to be too cheery towards him. After she got her self some root beer she turned to him again, "Would it be okay if I sat next to you?" she timidly asked.
Knowing that Kenzie would be here quickly, Hunter started to tidy up his house. His living room was littered with torn up pages and dirty canvas from his failed drawing and painting attempts, but it didn’t take a long time to clean the mess up. His apartment wasn’t much, but the walls were decorated with the drawings he really liked. He didn’t put Luna’s up there, because it was meant to be a gift for her. Suddenly remembering something, Hunter brought out a canvas with a drawing out and hung it on the wall. It was Al, her eyes twinkling and shining, her mouth pulled into a bright smile, looking like she had finally escaped the nightmare she’s was trapped in. That was the day she was murdered. Hunter wanted to cherish her memory, and he couldn’t find any other way to do.
As he was observing his work, his eyes fell on a sketch he had made when he was in high school. It was Kenzie. She was sitting on her desk, her cheek resting on her palm with a pencil in her hand. Hunter took it down, not wanting Kenzie to feel creeped out with her picture hanging on his apartment walls.
