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The whistler and me. Part 3

So anyway, as it turns out the day we had chosen for our first date just so happened to be the day a cyclone hit our town. Now I'm not talking about a little bit of wind and a handful of rain, I mean a fucking category five cyclone that tore shit apart and destroyed everything. We walked into a movie theatre with overcast skies and raindrops hitting our cheeks, and walked out to absolute chaos. We got back to his house, and he put sons of anarchy on while we layed side by side in bed. To be completely honest with you I have no idea what was happening on tv because I was so caught up in the moment. I was thanking god for the weather because it had resulted in us being able to spend 3 days together instead of one. I couldn't get home, even if I had wanted to. How did I stumble across this magical human. How did I get so lucky that I was laying millimeters beside someone who had given me constant butterflies since the moment I layed eyes on him. I had never been the one to hang out with boys I didn't know, and especially not go to their houses but every part of me wanted to be wrapped up in his warmth. I wanted to kiss him, from head to toe. In that moment, I wanted nothing more then to know what being in his arms felt like. Its like he knew what was running through my mind when he layed a little closer and wrested his head against my side. He had taken his shirt off prior to laying down, and my god I can tell you he was a piece of art. I traced my fingers along his chest while pretending I was focused on watching whatever was going on, on tv. He was absolutely covered in tattoos front and back. I studied each and every little detail of him, hoping it was unnoticed.  Sadness washed over me as I wondered where each and every little scar on his body had come from. I couldnt help but notice 3 red marks on his chest, and I wasn't sure if they were part of his tattoos (which were mostly all black and grey) or if they were the result of something traumatic from his past. I wanted to ask, but I couldn't. Not yet anyway. But most of all, his knuckles. They looked as if they had been over used in the worst ways possible. Who could ever make this beautiful person feel vulnerable enough to think he had to protect himself using his fists? He looked like an angel that had been forced to walk through hell. I didnt know much about him at the time but the only thing I did know, was that if he had to do it again.. I would be by his side. In the 3 days we spent together, I created the greatest memories of my life. I met my best friend, and I got to experience what falling in love felt like for the very first time. He wasn't ordinary. He was erratic, impulsive and just completely out of this world. He brought out the best in me. I remember standing on his portch beside his mum, drinking a cup of tea while he rode around on a mountain bike in the middle of the cyclone, eating a rainbow paddle pop just laughing at us watching. Nobody on the street even dared to open their front doors in this weather let alone be out in the middle of it, but not him. To most people, the cyclone was horrendous and a tradgedy, but to him.. It was happiness. He found the beauty in the most destructive of things, and I guess thats why he ended up falling in love with me. My family were going out of their minds worrying about me and how I would get home to them, from this strangers house. But I was far from worried about that. I was so caught up in the emotions my body was throwing at me. How could I feel like this? How could a few days with a person make me question my entire future. What if after I went home I never got to see him again? What was I supposed to do with this fluttering stomach and heavy heart of mine if he didn't feel what I felt? The skies cleared up, and it was time I went home.. We said our goodbyes, and I remember hugging him a little longer then I probably should have, just incase I never got to again.. I got in the car, so insanely love struck. I stared at my phone hoping he would message before I got home.. And guess what, he did. Our story, had just begun....

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The Whistler, and me. Part 2

I clutched my bag in one hand as I closed the car door with my other. I said a quick goodbye to my friend who had dropped me off, gave her a little wave goodbye and turned back to face this handsome stranger. As I proceeded towards him, nearly tripping over because my feet decided now was the perfect time to forget how to work, I let out a little smile and said hello. I was honestly lost for words. He was an absolute masterpiece, almost unrealistic. Tall, with chocolate coloured skin and the brightest eyes I'd ever looked into. At this point brown all of a sudden became my new favourite colour. The only bare skin I could see were his arms and throat which were both completely tattooed, and he even had a couple on his face. I wondered how god could have been so generous when creating a human because he was gorgeous. I still remember to this day, he wore a hooded shirt with the sleeves cut off at the shoulders, faded black ripped jeans, a pair of black dress boots and a cologne that now gives me flashbacks of him whenever I smell it. We hugged hello, his body warm against my skin. He seemed very relaxed, as he joked and laughed when I nearly fell over trying to take my shoes off. I figured he did this kind of thing all the time, you know, go on dates with lots of girls. I had heard stories about him, but all I really knew for sure was that he rode a harley, dressed well, spoke like a gentleman and had a bad boy reputation so it was expected the girls would have all fancied him, but I had never really looked too deeply into that. When we got inside, he introduced me to his dog, who in fact wanted to eat the stranger in her house (me) but not long after became my best mate. She was cool, just protective of her owner. I guess he had that effect on everyone because not long after that day, I vowed to myself that I'd never let anyone ever hurt this human who somehow had become mine. I would protect him from the rest of the world. But as it so happens, I didnt protect his heart from the hurricane that was going to hit and turn his world inside out. Me. But I won't get right into that just yet, because I'm going to tell you this story from the beginning.

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