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}


14. Chapter 14

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Gliding across the face of the glassy waves, I dug my hand into the water as I made a strong bottom turn. I could feel the cool spray when the lip curled over, encasing me in a roaring turquoise barrel before spitting me out onto the shoulder. I composed beautiful lines across the glittering surface of the ocean as I carved up and down the wave, before diving gracefully into the surf and paddling towards shore.

Tiffany was spread out on a beach towel, basking in the sun. The temperature had been climbing all day, and by 11am it was so hot you could fry an egg on the bonnet of any car on a nearby street. Fortunately, a breeze took the sting out of the heat.

“I got some pretty good waves out there,” I told her, sinking into the sand by her side. “Did you see? I’m quite surprised actually; you wouldn’t think there would be any waves with this heat and only a light breeze.”

Tiffany peered at me from behind her sunglasses, propping herself onto her elbows. “Make the most of it. You can expect plenty of rain back in England; I’ve been looking at the forecast online.”

“Don’t you start too,” I grunted, prodding the golden grains with a prickly cockle shell. “I’ve had a hard enough time from the boys.”

“Speaking of boys...” Tiffany said, leaning back on her towel. “Ellis and I are going out tonight.”

I squealed in delight for my friend. “Really! Where to?”

“He didn’t say. Apparently, it’s a surprise. All I know is that it’s somewhere out of town...”

“It’s going to be so romantic. Have fun!” I beamed at her, clapping my hands enthusiastically like a gleeful child. The colour rushed to her cheeks and she waved her me away vaguely. I leaned back in the sand beside her, a shooting pain crawling through my abdominals as I did so.

“I’m exhausted. I think I spent a bit too much time in the water today, and the heat doesn’t help...” I moaned, my joy dialling down to nothing.

“You know what you need?”

I shook my head, nursing the muscles in my arms. “Paracetamol?”

“Ice cream,” Tiffany answered. “There’s a van up there; I’ll go and get them. Raspberry ripple as always?”

I flashed her a grateful grin. “You know me too well.”

Tiffany sighed. “If there’s one thing I miss most since becoming a vegan, it’s ice cream. I swear, a tub of häagen-dazs can work more miracles than a whole packet of pain killers.”

I laughed as she sauntered off in search of the ice cream van. My dark mahogany locks were still dripping wet and tousled from the sea, but the sun had dried the excess water off my body already. I rifled through my beach bag until I found my phone, cupping my hand over it to shield it from the glare of the sun.

A text from Luke rested in my inbox, which read: Jai and I are doing a twitcam tonight. Wanna join us? x

A smile blossomed on my lips. Tiffany was out and the thought of spending time with two of my best friends appealed to me greatly. I typed a reply in agreement quickly, before shoving my phone back in my bag.

The breeze caused a mini tornado of sand to flutter in the air, spraying across my face. I blinked harshly, wiping the peppery bits of grit from my eyes and mouth just as Tiffany wandered back over, handing me the cone topped with a generous squirt of raspberry ripple cream.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, taking a ravenous lick. “God, the sand is deadly on a windy day.”

“It’s hardly windy,” Tiffany replied. I shrugged and she slid a hair band from her ombre locks, shaking them out. “But you’re right; I have half the sand on the beach in my hair. I’m going to have to wash it out twice before I’m suitable to see Ellis tonight...”

“Tiff, Ellis has seen you in your pyjamas with no make-up on before. Remember when you came round mine for a sleepover and Ellis came to collect us the following morning because we planned to go surfing but we overslept ?” I pointed out.

Tiffany shot me a look. “Lilly, that was like ten months ago. I’m pretty sure he didn’t have...feelings for me then.”

I shrugged again. “You never know. Ten months isn’t that long ago...”

Tiffany sighed, sympathy laced in her breath. “I know.”

I didn’t reply; munching absently on the last of my ice cream cone before lying back in the sand, hoping to bask in the last few rays of sun before I returned home to London, where there would be an inevitable absence of heat.

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The computer screen flashed before me, presenting a mirror image of myself and the two twins by my side.

“Ugh, my hair is a mess,” I groaned at the sight of myself. I fluffed it out, running my hand through my loose curls which were still slightly damp from my shower earlier. I scraped my locks back into a messy ponytail, shifting about awkwardly on the sofa.

“I’m going to get us some drinks,” Luke announced, passing me the laptop and marching out of the room. I sighed and glanced at Jai, who was also running at hand through his hair.

“Are you sure you’re fans want me in your twit-cam?” I said unsurely, biting my lip.

“No,” Jai said honestly. He reached for my hand and squeezed it quickly. “But, like I said. Dogs are gonna bark, right?”

I offered him a nervous smile as Luke re-entered the room, precariously carrying three glasses of fizzing dark liquid. He slid down in-between his brother and I, handing us each a drink.

He whipped out his phone, hastily tweeting the link to the live stream. “Ready to go live, guys?”

Jai and I both grunted non-comittedly in reply as Luke fiddled about with links before the mirror image of us on the computer screen was matched with a stream of constant tweets from fans.

Luke waved at the screen awkwardly. “Hey guys. Can you hear us?”

Another bout of tweets on the side of the screen confirmed this. He grinned. “Hello girls. We thought we’d do a quick twitcam because we haven’t done one in a while. James, Beau and Skip are at the gym so it’s just us.”

Jai swung his arm around his twin’s neck, somewhat violently. “It’s like Twin Talk Time, except live.”

Luke shoved him away. “Yeah. And we’re joined with our good friend, Lilly. You remember her from the Daresundays video?”

I waved shyly at the screen, offering their invisible fans a small smile. “Hey.”

There was a restless pause as the twins elbowed each other, a trivial argument unravelling about who was taking up more space. The constant burst of tweets in the small box at the side was an undying cycle of fans desperate to be noticed by their idols. The timer in the corner of the screen notified us that twelve minutes of pointless, irrelevant chatter had been endured before we all settled down.

Luke’s arm reached behind me, brushing against the back of my head lightly as he picked up a guitar from the side of the sofa. He cradled the instrument in his arms, his fingers trailing across the strings, a smooth melody rising from the musical contraption.

He glanced up absently, the notes he composed not ceasing. His gaze darted from the screen to me, and he shot me a small smile.

“Do you want to give us a tune, Lil?” he asked softly.

I shook my head vigorously. “No way.”

Jai glanced up from where he had been fiddling with the different textures available, leaving the screen stranding on us in a kaleidoscope setting, our multiple faces morphing together to form a colourful blur. “You play guitar?”

“Hmm,” I replied absently, my words slowing as an unexpected tiredness dawned on me.

“Okay, let's do an accent challenge or something,” Luke prompted his fans. Jai groaned in response.

“Nah, that’s what we always do. Let’s do...Honesty Hour instead.”

“Honesty Hour?”

“Yeah. They’ll ask us questions and we have to answer, no matter how embarrassing they might be,” Jai explained. Luke stole a cautious glance at me out of the corner of his eye before nodding in approval.

“Alright,” he said softly. I leaned back in the sofa, blinking the sleep out of my eyes harshly.

I kept my eyes fixated on Luke as he played; the music surrounded me and lulling me into its peaceful embrace. I began to feel drowsy, a dull ache still spreading through my muscles and the sea air still lingering on my senses. I slipped into a state of peacefulness and content.

My gaze drifted to the world which flickered by outside the window; like a painting. I was looking at it but I was not part of it. The sky was a pale cotton-candy as the sun dipped behind the horizon.

I rested my head against Luke’s broad shoulder, feeling the muscles tense as he plucked at the strings of the guitar. Slowly, I surrendered into the inviting depths of sleep.

My slumber was restless though and I drifted in and out of sleep, catching snippets of the boys’ thick accents in brief moments of consciousness. The minutes ticked by and it must have been just less than an hour later when sleep denied me it’s comfort and I awoke fully.

My eyelids still felt too heavy to open so I remained in that position, my breathing shallow and my head leaning against Luke. Also because Honesty Hour seemed personal – as if to participate would be intruding on intimate information destined only for their fans.

 “Are you two virgins?” Luke read aloud. Both boys shuffled awkwardly in their seats.

“No,” Jai grunted in response.

“Um...yeah?” Luke said, making it almost sound like a question.

“Do you guys have the same dick size?” Jai read out with a small laugh.

“According to my estimations and research, I believe we do but I’m not entirely sure,” Luke replied, matter-of-factly.

“Fuck, this is turning into a Janoskians sex-education lesson,” Jai joked light-heartedly.

“When will you do another Twin Talk Time video?” Luke read. “Whenever we can be fucked. We’ll try and do one soon.”

Silence stretched out between us. I opened my eyes as much as I dared, squinting through my eyelashes to see Jai peering at the screen.

“Oh, hey. Here’s a good one for you, Luke,” Jai glanced at his brother, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. “Do you fancy Lilly?”

A hot blush burned beneath the surface of my skin and I snapped my eyes closed, forcing my breathing to come out regularly and slowly. Luke shot his twin a glare so venomous I could sense it even with my eyes closed. Then his gaze jumped to me, scanning my ‘sleeping’ features, his eyes burning on my skin.

His voice croaked as he spoke, hesitancy injected in his tone. “I...Lilly is great. I’m very lucky to have her as a friend. But...um, yeah. I guess I haven’t felt this way about a girl in fucking ages.”

I could almost sense the invisible, inaudible yet inevitable sigh of despair and dejection echoing from every dedicated fangirl perched eagerly behind their computer screens all over the globe.

But I barely registered it, because my stomach was churning like butterflies were having a disco. Every hair on my body stood on end and despite the fact that I had never been more restless and my emotions were soaring higher than the Empire State building, I still managed to maintain my act of unconscious oblivion.

An absent-minded thought fleeted through my mind as the twins rounded up the twit-cam, waving goodbye to their fans adoringly.

I felt the same way about Luke.

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