30 Days Of Summer

One year. Twelve months. 365 days to find myself and live on the wild side in Australia. It seemed like a long time at the start. I made friends, learned how to surf, got a nice tan. The usual. Then I met five crazy Australians who changed my life. It wasn’t just the fun, the laughs, the risks, the love. They showed me a part of myself I didn’t even know existed. And suddenly, one year didn’t seem so long anymore. {http://www.wattpad.com/story/11732664-30-days-of-summer}


1. Chapter 1

{A/N - 30 Days Of Summer is a Janoskians Fanfiction written by me (missxjasmine) and my best friend (missxmartha). The link to the full story can be found here: http://www.wattpad.com/story/11732664-30-days-of-summer. It would mean the world to us if we won this competition (http://www.movellas.com/competition/show/201409091255378192/janoskians-no-1-fanfiction-writer-competition) so please vote for our story. Enjoy. }

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I raised my head and let warm rays of sun glide across my face, sparkling on my already brown skin. I gazed out across the beach, at the miles of sand and sea, at the waves rushing to the shore and tumbling over each other playfully. The sun glinted on the horizon, shimmering like a beacon of hope and promise and laughter. The view before me was understated yet beautiful, but that wasn’t what was on my mind.

I'd been here since the early hours of the morning, watching as the blackened night sky melted into the horizon, turning into one big blue mass. My gaze prised out a surfer riding a wave – the sunlight dancing on the water and glinting off the whitecaps. His board skimmed the water and he trailed his hand along the glassy surface of the wave, conveying an unbreakable connection.

Maybe it didn’t have to end. Maybe I could stay here forever, the sun beaming down on me, my feet buried under the smooth sand.

A sigh weaved its way out of my mouth, tears burning threateningly behind my eyes. I blinked them back fiercely. Why was I thinking like this? It had to come to an end sooner or later – nothing lasts forever.

I'd had the most magical, incredible year here in Melbourne. A summer that I could have never even have imagined back in London. Surfing had become a second nature; I'd been down at the beach almost every day... But today was different. The end of my stay was so close I could almost reach out and touch it.

I made an agreement with my parents before I left. I'd take a gap year; spend twelve months taking a break in Australia and seeing the world and living, before flying back to London to start university. I had exactly 30 days left in Melbourne.

The sound of shouting punctured my thoughts and my eyes flickered open to see my friends striding towards me; a boy rippled with muscles and a petite girl with her flowing ombre locks cascading down her back.

“Hey, Lil,” one said, brushing his wind-swept blonde hair out of his blue eyes.

“Hey, Ellis,” I replied quietly, staring at my feet.

“What's up, Lilly?” Tiffany asked, her accent thick and laced with worry. “You’re not thinking about leaving again, are you?” I didn't know what to say. These guys had been my best mates for a year. I couldn't let them down.

“Um...” I cleared my throat. “No. I was just... Leaving. I'll see you later.”

Tiffany darted me a questioning look, folding her arms over her chest. But she let it slide. I waved awkwardly, mumbling something about calling them later and spun on my heel.

My breath was constricted and my footfalls hurried as I passed the familiar rows of houses. I tried to compose myself. Why was this such a big deal? A year isn't such a long time. I needed to let it go, face the facts. I was leaving in 30 days and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.

I crossed the road and skipped over the low wall of the park that backed onto my neighbourhood, my eyes glued to the ground. I almost bumped into someone in the process.

“Er, sorry,” I mumbled an apology but it seemed the boy was absorbed in a conversation.

“If you could just walk over there, yeah - no, not on the grass - and I’m just going to have to ask you to delete those pictures. It’s illegal to take pictures of birds in this park.” A middle-aged woman stood opposite him, a mask of bewilderment etched on her face.

I studied the boy briefly. His soft brown eyes sparkled with a hint of green, his muscular figure and smooth latte-colour skin adorned in a green safety vest. His mop of curly dark brown hair looked so soft I had to resist the urge to reach out and stroke it. He beamed with a dangerous scope; instantly drawing me closer.

“Excuse me?” I said curiously, unable to help myself.

He turned his attention from the confused lady in front of him to look at me. “Hey. If I could just ask you to walk round here...” He gestured at a pathway winding around the edge of the park. I glanced at him, a grin playing on my lips. My gaze strayed to a crowd of boys a few metres away, who I guessed were around the same age as me, were shouting and laughing, one with a camera pointed at us.

“You’re serious?” I asked.

He nodded, gesturing at his friends. “It’s council regulations. We’re, um, from the council.”

I shot him a smirk. “Since when? We’ve always been allowed to walk on the grass.”

“Um…” he hesitated, fumbling over his words. His eyes lingered on me for a second too long. “The rules have changed.”

I shrugged and smiled faintly, not bothering to challenge him further. “Whatever you say.”

I shifted around the boy and broke into a walk, dusting down my floral patterned dress. I resisted the impulse to laugh; in the 12 months I’d been in Melbourne I’d never known the local ‘council’ to show the slightest interest in the small park in our small part of Glenroy, Melbourne.

“Hey!” a voice called out. I spun around to see the boy running up to me, neon vest flapping in the wind. “I forgot to ask, is it alright if we film you for a video we’re doing?”

I glanced back at his friends. “You already have, haven’t you?”

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“I’m home!” I yelled into the empty hallway, dumping my keys on the windowsill. Looking around at the immaculate apartment flawed only by some scuffed, worn boots by the door, I quickly figured out that my flatmate was back from work.


“In here,” I followed the voice to the living room to find the man sprawled on the sofa, his short mousey brown hair ruffled and a beer bottle clasped in his hand.

“Hey. How was work?” I said, grabbing a can of lemonade from the fridge.

Mark waved off the question with a flap of his hand. “Same old, same old. On a more important note, how do you plan to spend your last few weeks here in Melbourne?”

I grimaced and crashed onto the armchair opposite him. “Ugh, don’t remind me.”

He cast me a pitiful glance. “Sorry, darling.”

I couldn’t help but grin at my flatmate. A long-time friend on my parents, Mark was more than happy to accommodate me for the duration of my stay in Australia, and we’d formed a tight friendship.

“So,” Mark winked at me. “How are your friends? The lovers.”

I shrugged. “Fine. And I told you, Tiffany and Ellis aren’t going out.”

He gasped in mock surprise. “Really? I would never have guessed. But seriously. What are you going to do in the next 30 days?”

I sighed and took a long swig of my drink. “Surf. Play guitar. You know.”

“Waste of your time,” Mark said in a sing-song voice.

“Is not,” I shot back. A snarky response was poised on the tip of my tongue, but I held back, not in the mood for arguing. I made my way to my room instead, but one thought clouded my mind.

The boy in the park. He’s not the kind of boy you forget in a hurry.

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