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}


2. Chapter 2

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“Uh, a caramel Frappuccino please,” I muttered, not even looking up at the waitress. I was standing in a steamy coffee shop, Starbucks, which was hidden away in a corner of the high-street. I must've walked past it a thousand times but I'd never noticed it before.

I looked up, my gaze flittering around the till. The waitress was staring at me expectantly and I grabbed a handful of coins from my bag and scattered them across the counter.

“What's the name?” she said in a monotone, grabbing the change and handing me a receipt.


Sharpie poised, she scribbled it down and nodded towards a table. "Coming right up."

I sank into the chair and whipped out my phone, tapping the screen pointlessly. The muffled babble of customers echoed in my ears, the rich aroma of caffeine consuming the air. My finger accidently jabbed at the camera application and I caught sight of me on the screen. My raven black locks were streaked with faint, natural mahogany. My slender, athletic figure was polished brown from the hours spent in Australia's burning sun. My green eyes sparkled with flecks of gold, but they seemed dead and lost. I'd lost my edge as my return to London loomed closer. Right now, I just wanted that coffee to perk me up.

"Billie!" My eyes snapped up to the waitress who was holding a cream-topped beverage in the air and scanning the room. "Billie? Caramel Frappuccino?"

“Oh, sorry!” I apologized automatically. The colour rushed to my cheeks as I rushed up to the counter and grabbed the drink. I glanced at the cup, filled with light brown liquid and fluffy cream. Sure enough, 'Billie' was written on the side. "It's Lilly," I muttered. "Thanks."

I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the girl's lazy attitude and grabbed a napkin, sipping the cool drink, its sugary goodness coating my tongue.

"Hey, Billie!" A low yell carried across the room. Suddenly, it felt like everything stopped. I turned, blushing as all eyes focused on me. Heat prickled on my cheeks as I surveyed the shop, hoping to identify the owner of the voice.

My eyes prised out the boy from the park yesterday as he waved animatedly at me. A smile crept onto my lips and I wandered over to him.

"Lucas, wasn't it? From the council?" I smirked, perching myself on the chair beside him. "I believe we last met in the park?"

He grinned and ran a hand through his hair. “Luke, actually. Billie, what's up?”

“Um, actually it's-“

“Lilly, I know,” he gestured at the waitress. "They always get the names wrong.”

I laughed, surprised at how easily I could talk to him. “I know.”

He glanced at his coffee and I stole a moment to look at him. Now I was closer, I noticed that his lips were pierced with a lip-ring and there was a small freckle on the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t anything special. He had the kind of look that you could easily misinterpret as someone he wasn’t, I guess. But, I must admit. He was bloody cute.

He caught me looking and the familiar pink blossomed on my cheeks. I looked away, embarrassed, trying to think of a witty remark. All I could manage was a sheepish laugh. He laughed back. He had a nice laugh too. It was one of the cheekiest, cutest laughs I’d ever heard.

Suddenly I noticed another dark haired boy sitting in the corner, and I vaguely recognized him as one of the boys from the park. His eyes were glued to his phone but I smiled at him. "Wait...am I seeing double?"

Luke laughed and nudged the boy. "Jai and I are identical twins."

I frowned in concentration. On second glance, they weren't that hard to tell apart.

"Sup?" Jai grunted absently, before returning to his phone.

Luke rolled his eyes and gave me an easy, friendly smile. Deep down, the pit of my stomach churned. I noticed something distantly familiar about the scruffy, playful sexiness of the boy in front of me - and his twin. I felt slightly jittery at the prospect.

“You’re not from here, are you? Your accent…” he said.

I nodded. “I'm from England. Moved to Australia for a year." I feel a pang in my chest as I'm reminded of how little time I have left in Melbourne.

“Nice! I love England! Where abouts?”


“Sick,” he grinned again. “You liking Australia?”

I didn't hesitate to nod vigorously. “Where do I start? The weather, for one. Makes a change from England's rain."

He chuckled softly. “Well, we get some pretty tough rain in Melbourne too, occasionally.”

“Can’t wait,” I replied, semi-sarcastically. He smiled again.

“How old are you?” I asked, intrigued.

“Eighteen. You?”

“Turned eighteen a few months ago.”

“I’ll make a note of it,” he said. He sipped his drink slowly. "How come you’re not at the beach then? Catching some sun...checking out guys.”

I shook my head slightly. "I was kind of desperate for some caffeine right now. You?"

“Taking a break from...filming,” he looked at me expectantly, almost as if he was waiting for something. Jai looked up for a second, tuning in to our conversation. He studied us briefly before returning to his gadget.

“Filming what?"

 “Oh, you know. Nothing much," he said casually, shrugging slightly. Something about his tone suggested I should already know the answer.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I scanned it quickly. As I read a text from Mark, asking me where I was, I saw Luke grabbing my napkin out of the corner of my eye. I hastily typed a reply and grabbed my things.

"I'd better be off," I excused, bidding my farewells. I was heading for the door when something came whizzing through the air towards me. I squinted at it, giggling as I realised what it was.

My napkin, folded like an airplane. I lifted the flaps and there, scrawled in bright red biro, was Luke's number.

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