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}


4. Chapter 4

{ A/N - Vote, comment and enjoy. }

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I titled my head back, resting it against the thick tree trunk. My inky brown locks cascaded past my shoulders. The thin straps of my floral dress caught against the spikes of the bark and I sat up, pulling my phone out of my bag.

Glancing at my watch I realised I had half an hour to kill before I met Luke. I stuffed my headphones in my ears, letting the music pump through me. The shimmering vocals and light acoustics filled my ears and I tried to focus on the lyrics, instead of the twisting feeling in my gut. I wanted to forget about the fact I was leaving in a few weeks, but it wouldn’t stop haunting me.

The long grass tickled my bare legs. I looked around, my gaze fluttering between the deep blue sky and the vast open park; lush grass dotted with soft pink blossom. Reaching down, I let the soft petals slip through my fingers and I felt something gently brush past my fingertips. 

Daisies. Beneath the layer of petals were clusters of the small flowers. I twisted my fingers around the delicate stem and pluck it out of the ground. I pierced a small hole in the stem with my painted lilac nails and picked more daisies. I began to tie each one together until I was left with a long, dangling daisy chain.


My head snapped up. I could hear a familiar thick accent, muffled by my music.

“Luke!” A smile crept across my lips at the side of him striding over to me, his hair tousled and his frame wrapped in a grey hoody, paired with scruffy blue Vans, the soles worn. In his hands, he was clutching two Starbucks cups.

“Sorry, I –” my apology was left un-noted as Luke settled down in the grass beside me, flashing me one of his killer smiles.            

“I got this for you. I remembered you like caramel Frappuccinos...?”

“Yeah! You shouldn’t have. Thanks,” I beamed at him as he handed me the sweet beverage.

“You’re welcome. What are you listening to?” His lips edged into a grin and he gently pulled one headphone from my ear, pushing it into his. My heart jumped as his fingers brush my face and I looked away, pink blossoming on my cheeks.

“It's nothing, really,” I mumbled.

“No One Direction, then?” Luke teased.

I laughed. “No way.”

He pulled the headphone from his ear and handed it back to me. I took the other out of my ear and stuffed my phone back in my bag. “So, Billie, what have you been up to?”

I stuck my tongue out playfully, sipping my drink. “As a matter of fact, Lucas, I've been very busy lately.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, I like to have napkins thrown at me and teach strange boys in green vests how to surf.”

He smiled; brown eyes glinting. “I think green vests are the new fashion.”

I looked up at him curiously. “What was that for, anyway? That video?”

Something flashed across his face. “Just a video. For YouTube, you know.”

“You're on YouTube?”

Luke nodded. “We do pranks. Dares and stuff.”

“Awesome,” I smiled, taking a long sip of my Frappuccino, waiting for Luke to expand. He didn’t. “And am I going to get to see these pranks or will I have to wait until Christmas?”

He grinned, but shuffled in the grass, almost uncomfortably. “You can search us up, if you want...we’re called the Janoskians.”

“Janoskians?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. I came up with it,” he said it proudly, grinning like a child. “It stands for ‘Just Another Name of Silly Kids In Another Nation (Skip).’””

I returned his grin. “Nice. I’ll check it out.”

Conversation flowed easily; we chatted like old friends. It was as if we’d known each other for much longer than just a few days. Eventually, the sun began to melt into the horizon and a cool breeze weaved through the air.

“I better get going,” I excused. I stood up and brushed my dress down, glancing at my phone. The time was almost six and I was consciously aware that the seconds of my stay in Australia were ticking away fast.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, grabbing my bag. The cup in my hand was almost empty; hurriedly I drained the last few drops. Luke pushed himself up beside me.

“You apologize too much,” he said.

“Oh,” I frowned. Then my lips flicked upwards. “Sorry.”

He chuckled softly. “Why do you always apologize? You have nothing to apologize for.”

This time my frown was more sinister. He had no idea.

I excused myself quickly before the silence turned icy and awkward. “Thanks for the drink, Luke.”

“Lilly?” he asked, his voice hesitant.


“Come back to mine? Just for a bit.”

“No, thanks. I don’t want to intrude.”

“Well then let me walk you home at least,” he grabbed my arm, sending shivers down my spine. “I insist.”

And so I found myself walking home with a boy I hardly knew, just as the sky faded to charcoal and the day turned to night. After an internal battle, I concluded that there was no harm in letting him walk me home. It was an adventure, and I realised it was the most fun I'd had in a while. Even if he was only walking me home.

The wind suddenly became more insistent and the light breeze from earlier turned icy. I folded my arms tightly over my chest, regretting the short dress I'd chosen to wear. I felt Luke’s eyes burning on my skin and I felt myself blush for the second time that afternoon.

“You’re cold,” he said simply.

“I'm fine.” I offered him a small smile.

“Are not.”

“Are too.”

“Are not!” my words were muffled as Luke wrapped his hoody around my shoulders, his hand stroking my briefly, deliberately.

'Thanks,' I said breathlessly.

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“Where have you been?” Mark asked, unable to mask the note of worry in his voice.

“At the park,” I replied absently. I peered over his shoulder. He was stationed at the stove, prodding a pan-full of tomato sauce with his spoon which smelt delicious.

“On your own?”

“No.” He waited for me to continue but I didn’t.

“Let me guess...” he pretended to twirl his imaginary beard. “The boy-in-the-green-vest?”

“Maybe,” I replied stubbornly.

“Lilly, there’s no ‘maybe’s’ about it. I saw him walking you home out of the kitchen window. And,” he nodded towards me. “You’re still wearing his jumper.”

I touched the warm material in surprise. “Oh, crap. I’ll have to give it back tomorrow.”

Mark looked at me, his brow furrowed. He was debating whether to warn me about boys and getting into trouble or making new friends so close to when I was leaving. In the end, he thought the better of it.

“I’m making spaghetti Bolognese for dinner. That okay with you?”

“Mm, my favourite.”

“I thought lasagne was your favourite?”

“Well, if you’re cooking, everything’s my favourite,” I grinned. It was true. Despite being a twenty-eight year old bachelor who still enjoyed playing video games a little too much, he was a talented chef. “I’m going upstairs.”

I shuffled into my room, sinking into my bed and letting the warm pile of cushions consume me. I stared around my room as my laptop loaded. It was a small room with bare, minimal furniture and white walls, yet it was comfortable and sweet. I’d bought scented candles and artificial flowers several months ago to liven it up and Tiffany and I had gathered a collection of seashells from the beach.

A few clicks later, YouTube was up on the screen and my fingers were hovering over the keyboard. Janoskians, I typed slowly. Then I plugged my headphones in and got lost in a world full of laughs and dares and pranks and a whole lot of vomit. A world I didn’t know existed.

Suddenly, my will crumbled around me like dead leaves. I knew that no matter how badly my head told me no – to leave and forget about Luke and his friends and return to London and normality in a few weeks time – my heart screamed yes. I wanted to get to know these boys. If it was the last thing I did.

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