Summer Love

Three best friends, Lauren, Maria and Grace, had been planning the trip to celebrate the end of their 'A' levels since they were twelve. Now, their exams are over and they're getting ready to tour the UK and Northern Ireland. As is just their luck, disaster strikes on day two. What happens when the girls get too involved with One Direction to leave again without heartbreak?


1. It Was Summer


It was summer, we were eighteen and we were ready to go. The world was our oyster! Well, sort of. I should correct that, the UK and Northern Ireland was our oyster. We’d planned the route. We’d arranged the dates. It was all set. I was so excited for this trip, we all needed it. By ‘we’ I mean my two best friends since the start of secondary school, Lauren and Maria and I. We’d been planning the trip since we were twelve, and had been working our arses off for six years to be able to afford it. Now it was time and we were travelling the country in Maria’s dad’s VW for the summer. We had just finished our A Levels and were going off to university the next year. The sad thing was; it might have been my last summer with the girls as we were all going off to different universities. I was studying journalism and PR at Exeter. Lauren was studying law at Cardiff and Maria was studying some theatre shit at the royal performing college in London or whatever. I could never get my head around the name, it was too long-winded. That summer was our chance to find ourselves and our paths in life. Bloody hell Grace! That was deep! What I really meant was; it was our chance to drive dangerously round the country pissing ourselves laughing at the same time. It really is safer than it sounds. Sort of. We were sat in Maria’s room on the day we were due to leave. Watching her as she fussed and checked for the seventh time that she had everything (that’s right, I was counting).

“Ok I think I’ve got everything…”

“For Gods’ sake Maria! Of course you’ve bloody got everything! Hurry up or there’ll be no road trip; because at the rate you’re going by the time we leave it will be time for our first lecture!”

“Well do you want to run out of the essentials whilst we’re on the road?”

“Seven different types of moisturiser do not count as essentials, Maria. Food is an essential. What happens if we run out of food, eh? What do you want us to do, eat the moisturiser?” grumbled Lauren condescendingly

“Shut up! I have dry skin! Grace, can you sit on my case to help me close it please?”

“Bitch! You calling me fat?!” I said jokingly, but Maria didn’t quite catch the tone in my voice.

“What do you think, dumbass?” she retaliated.

“I don’t” I smiled at her widely, a smile she had to return, and planted my bum on her fluorescent green suitcase. I almost immediately fell off again and hit my head on the foot of her bed. I lay there awkwardly, not bothered to get up. Let’s just say suitcases on beds don’t make the most stable seats.

Lauren burst out laughing and I got a smile out of Maria. I got up and regained my dignity before plonking myself down (more cautiously this time) on the suitcase once again and allowing Maria to zip it up.

We were almost half an hour behind schedule before we got on the road. Delayed by another fifteen minutes because Lauren had to run home to get her stuffed duck toy Maurice (don’t ask. The girl loves ducks) that she couldn’t live without and her favourite lip balm (cola flavour, lip smacker), we finally pulled out of Maria’s drive. Our parents all stood in the porch of her house, waving and looking quite reminiscent. The moment was, to sum it up in three words, sad, exciting and sentimental.

I was driving of course, mummy of the group once again. I always have been; those two give me mini heart attacks on an hourly basis. After a while of being stuck in the car they got bored, they decided that to entertain themselves they would try and annoy, scare and distract me in every single way possible. At one point Lauren decided to put her hands over my eyes so I couldn’t see the winding country lane I was on. By then I had had enough, so I pulled over and announced that we were spending the night in the layby. Maria was asleep in the back and Lauren didn’t have her licence yet so neither objected.

Can I just say I completely regretted that decision at about 1.30 am that night?

Dumb and Dumber were passed out in the back, all cuddled up like children. I took out my phone and snapped a photo, intending to put it on Facebook. That’s when I realised that I had no Wi-Fi. Or reception. Immediately everything became scarier, as it always does with no reception. Every noise that came from anywhere was a mass murderer coming to get me. I randomly drifted off to sleep at some point but was woken up by a noise coming from the back of the car at about 5.00 am. Lauren and Maria were still out cold in the back, entangled in each other’s arms and legs, and for the record, looking like a right pair of idiots. I slipped my shoes back on and stepped out of the car and walked slowly around the back. All I could think of was that it was a perfect setting for a gory death like in the movies. As I turned the corner though, I was not greeted by a murderer with a chainsaw, but a puppy. A little puppy with big brown eyes and massive paws too big for his (it was a him… I think) body.

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