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}


18. Chapter 18

{ A/N - This short but sweet filler was written mostly by Martha (missxmartha). Vote, comment and enjoy. }

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 The air was humid and thick with voices; swarms of people streaming through the theme park entrance. I felt small and vaguely claustrophobic amongst the pulsing mass of noise and movement. But the boys beside me strolled on, so calm I almost felt envious. Then again, they were used to the crowds; they were used to having thousands of fans surrounding them. For me it was different.

I stood quietly beside Beau and James as they paid for our tickets. Skip and Jai stood some way off, chatting about something I couldn't make out. Luke had disappeared altogether, camera in hand, in search of the perfect shot.

When we finally set foot in the theme park itself it was almost noon, the full heat of the day beginning to settle upon us. The sun was glowing amber amid the striking turquoise of the sky. This, I realized, was something I would never get used to; you could stare at the sky at any moment and see something beautiful - with every passing minute it was a different shade of blue. And even in a storm, when grey after ashen, dusty grey was spread across the heavens, there were still swirls of navy mixed in with it all, as if the sky was a canvas and it had been painted on with a brush that had never been cleaned.

Today, however, there was no storm: instead we were faced with a tenacious yet somehow bearable heat as we wondered aimlessly round the theme park.

"Right then," Beau clapped his hands gleefully. "What should we go on first?"

"The teacups!" Daniel shouted, grinning like a toddler.

I laughed. "How daring."

"What about that one?" Jai shielded his face from the sun, pointing at something in the distance. I followed his gaze until I saw the huge roller coaster, its track reaching up almost vertically before sloping down again at an angle so sharp I wondered if it was possible not to fall off.

I gulped. "I'm starting to think Daniel had the right idea with the teacups," I muttered as Jai, Beau and James ran towards the ride, Skip jogging comically behind.

"Scared?" Luke turned to me, hazel eyes glinting in the sunlight. The corners of his mouth flicked up in a mischievous grin. "C'mon," he grabbed my hand. "What do you have to lose?"

I smiled, and together we joined the boys as they ran, screaming barely comprehensible words incessantly. It was as if they were filming; they'd turned into the boys I knew in front of the camera. But I realized now that these boys didn't care about what people thought, regardless of what they were doing. The Janoskians were just five crazy boys taking on the streets of Melbourne - and they would stay like that, no matter what.

I stopped, breathless, as we reached the roller coaster. A queue of people stretched out so far that I could hardly see where it ended. "Oh no!" I deadpanned. "There's a queue. What a shame."

Luke grinned, tugging my hand and leading me past the crowds. "You're not getting off that easily."

Once we'd flashed our tickets at the guards we were free to skip the queues of any ride we liked. "The advantages of being famous," I said quietly to Luke as we stepped onto the coaster's platform.

He glanced at me, his expression unreadable. "We're not famous."

The whole group of us - including the boys' friends Ronnie and Jacob - took up two entire cars. Butterflies fluttered gently in my stomach as I strapped in, pulling the heavy bar down over my head. I felt Luke's eyes on me.

"You’ll be fine. Like I said, what do you have to lose?" 

I shot him a look, imagining myself screaming and my face contorting as we flew down the track. "My dignity."

He laughed and opened his mouth to say something, but his words were drowned out by the sound of a rumbling engine as the cart shuddered to life beneath us and we began to move. It was slow at first, snaking round turns and through tunnels with a tremendous jolt. But soon it got steeper, and the highest part of the track came into view. We edged up at a painful speed. I clutched Luke's hand until my knuckles were white, until my breath caught in my throat, until I found myself overwhelmed with anticipation and all I could do was wait for the moment when we would come crashing down. I was waiting for it, fear and hope and dread mixed up in my stomach and I couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't think.

The drop was fast. So fast that it felt like we were hardly moving at all, but we must have been, because I could feel the wind in my hair, the sheer force of the movement pulling my head back until my whole body was pressed against the seat. And I felt Luke's hand in mine, the contact never wavering, even as we hurtled headlong down the track. All the breath was drawn out of me and I could do nothing but scream as we shot past the mass of people below.  It was as if we were unstoppable.

But, of course, we weren't. We could not keep going forever. We could not escape the inevitable. So we stopped. But the exhilaration didn't fade. The smile plastered to my face didn't falter.

Beside me Luke let out a jubilant cheer. "That," he said breathlessly, "was epic."

We exited the ride and Daniel headed straight towards a candy stall. The lady behind the stall beamed at us as we approach, stirring soft pink clouds around a hollow metal pan.

“Can I offer you any refreshments or fairy floss? One stick for two dollars fifty.” She was all bubbles and pink lipstick.

The boys fawned over the candy, thrusting coins at the lady in exchange for sweet treats and sugary clouds. Luke purchased a stick of candy and handed it to me with a smile.

“I’m glad we bought this before we went on the rollercoaster. Otherwise you probably would have thrown up,” he teased.

“Hey,” I shoved his shoulder playfully.

He grinned and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “It’s okay. I know that you were shitting yourself.”

“Actually, I rather enjoyed myself,” I argued, pinching pink fluff off the stick. “Why do you call it fairy floss?”

“Because we’re weird like that in Oz,” he grinned and shrugged one shoulder. He leaned closer, so that I could see every golden shard swirling in his irises. His gaze swallowed me whole and he brushed his lips against mine – only barely, in a whisper kiss – but it was enough to make my insides writhe and distract me from him stealing a handful of candy floss of my stick. I didn’t notice until he stuffed it in his mouth and grinned mischievously, running back towards the boys.

“Hey!” I stalked after him, articulating each word with every step. “Luke. Anthony. Mark. Brooks. If there’s one thing you know about me it’s that I. Do. Not. Like. Sharing. Food.”

He stopped running and spun around, a cheeky grin still plastered on his lips. The sun beamed down on his hair, making it look so soft I had to resist the urge to reach out and run my hand through it. I realized, with a nauseous pang, that I had felt the same desire when I first saw him in that insignificant park just less than thirty days ago.

I held the candy floss at arm’s distance away from him as he stepped closer to me, faint lust and desire laced in his hazel orbs. “I don’t like sharing either...” he murmured softly, his eyes darting to my mouth as he grazed his teeth against his bottom lip. Then his eyes snapped back to mine as his warm hand gently cradled my cheek. “I don’t like sharing you.”

I can’t help but reach up and brush his nose lightly with my lips. “Don’t tell anyone,” I whispered, glancing around to see if anyone noticed. But the crowd is oblivious. The roar of energy was almost deafening as people raced towards the rollercoasters and music spilled out from distant, invisible speakers.

"Why not?" he challenged softly, crashing his lips against mine. He smirked at me when we pulled apart. "We're being rebels today."

“We’re always rebels.”

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