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?


2. The Crash


It looked at me. I looked back at it. It began to walk over in little puppy-toddler steps. If those even exist. It didn’t have a collar so I just presumed it was a stray. I leant up against the back of the VW and slid down so I was sitting on the grass. The puppy toddled over and sat in my lap. It was kind of cute. No, screw that, it was adorable! It looked up at me with little puppy eyes and that’s when I decided I was going to keep it.

I must have woken the others up when I squealed, they came running round the back, both looking like a right mess, and saw me sitting with the puppy. Lauren, who’s a sucker for anything cute, melted straight away and knelt down to come and play with it. Maria, however, was slightly harder to crack.

“Can we keep it?”

“Grace, I don’t know…”

“Please Maria, if you love us you’ll let us keep him and he can keep watch at night so we don’t get eaten by raccoons and-“

“Hold on Lauren, when have you ever seen a raccoon in England?”

“Well, I haven’t .But I saw a squirrel that looked like one!”

I decided to interrupt by making Maria see what she’d be missing out on if we didn’t keep him.

“But Lauren’s right, it would be good to have a watch-dog” I looked over at the fluffy bundle in Lauren’s arms. It didn’t look like much of a watch dog to me.

“I’m sure Boris would be able to fend off any raccoon-squirrels”

Ha-ha, bitch. I’ve named the dog. That’s emotional attachment. Nobody can say no to emotional attachment.

“Alright fine, but you’re getting it checked out first for any diseases or whatever. And it’s-“

“’It’ has a name”, I smiled cheekily.

“I’m sorry. Boris can sleep outside. I don’t want crap in the VW”

I’m a genius. What can I say?

Lauren by now was all worked up and suddenly boiled over with excitement.

“Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod! We’ve got a puppy! A puppy called Boris”

“Ok, we get it, in the car. You too grace. It’s not going to be long before we reach our first stop!”

We set off. Lauren had Boris in her lap where he had made himself comfortable and fallen asleep. I was just waiting for him to piss all over so I could laugh my arse off. Maria was trying to do her hair and makeup despite the various bumpy lanes we were driving down. I don’t know how she did it, but she still managed to look good. Maria’s always been the pretty one. The one that the boys liked. She’s got dark blonde hair, dip-dyed and the end so it gradually got lighter and she always wears it in a messy bun with her fringe to the side. She was the only one to have braces in school, but she had them taken off ages ago so her teeth are pretty much perfect now. She’s got a full figure and green eyes. And to top it off, she can sing.

Lauren has got the brightest blue eyes you’ll ever see, to match her personality. She’s got white-blonde hair that’s usually up in a ponytail with her fringe hanging down. She’s skinny as shit because she’s a runner. She’s athletic and somehow manages to be good at any sport she tries her hand at.

Me, on the other hand? Well I’m nothing special.  I have blue eyes. Not blue like Lauren’s, but sky blue. I’ve got blonde hair down to my waist with natural highlights, which I suppose is a perk because I never have to get it dyed. I’m about 5”5, average height. And I have a round face with the chubbiest cheeks that always seem to be rosy. The only things I’m good at are writing and flute. That’s right, bitches, I play the flute. I can play a few things actually, a little piano, a bit of drums and guitar. I suppose the recorder doesn’t count, my mum made me play it in year three and I hated it. But I play the flute officially. Don’t ask why, I just do. I never really got the boys at school; that was always Maria. I guess I just didn’t fit into the pretty crowd.

It was about 6.30pm when Boris woke up, and it was starting to get dark. I turned round briefly to see the girls playing with him. Maria was starting to warm up to him, just like I knew she would. Boris, however, was cramped and started getting a bit jumpy, like any puppy would.



Boris jumped off of my lap and starting bouncing around on the floor. He then proceeded to hop up onto Grace’s lap, which was sort of worrying, seeing as she was driving. At first she laughed but then he started to get a bit out of control. We were going down a winding country lane, which made the situation even more concerning. I leant forward to get Boris but he blocked Gracie’s view of the road to see me. All I could see was the tree coming towards us and I could hear screaming. I’m not sure whether it was me. I think it was Maria. Suddenly I felt a jolt and was flung forward in my seat. It was a few seconds before I could get to grips with what had just happened and start asking whether everyone was okay. Boris had landed in my lap when we hit the tree, so although he was a bit shell-shocked he was fine. As was Maria. It was only when I leant forward to see if Gracie was okay that I screamed. There was a gash in her temple and her head was hung forward limply, she was out cold. The blood from her cut had already started to drip onto her lap, staining her shorts and legs. She was hurt. Badly



I was too shocked myself to notice what was going on. It was only when I heard Lauren scream that I came back to my senses. I leant forward in my seat and saw the state of Gracie.


We got out of the car, Lauren’s door was hanging off its’ hinges, but mine was jammed shut. My dad was going to kill me.


I felt dizzy. I reached up to find a small bump already making itself apparent on my hairline. My first thoughts were ‘call and ambulance’, but then I realised that I had no reception. None of us did.


“Lauren” I commanded, “get some of those blankets and torched out of the car and lay them on the grass. We can’t just leave Grace in there”. She did what I said and we both lifted the unconscious girl from the wrecked VW and onto the blankets. She was freakin’ heavy. How come I never noticed that before? I ripped the hem of my cotton t-shirt and held it to the wound to apply pressure (very cliché I know but it had to be done). By now it was completely dark and there was no way one of us was going looking for help by ourselves. And besides, we couldn’t leave Gracie like this either. We were screwed.


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