Balcony Boy

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I walk out onto the balcony and lean on the railing, squinting as I look out at the sea. My dad soon follows and comes to stand next to me. "Lovely view isn't it?" He asks from beside me. + "Yeah it's great." I reply. I love being on holiday. Every year since I was 6 months old I've come to Majorca, Spain with my mum, dad, nana and grandad and every year it's just been my family and me. I'm incapable of talking to anyone I don't know, I'm far too awkward for that. My friends always come back from their holidays and tell me all about the friends they made whilst they were away. How do people do it? I don't understand. To top it all off, it happens to be a running joke in the family. "Think you'll make any friends this year?" My dad asks from his chair. "Nope." "If you actually talk to someone, you might find yourself with one." I laugh, "Easier said than done." "It's really not." Is his reply. I scoff and drop my head. "I just can't do it." He nods slowly, "Well you never know, you're 17 now, this might be your year." "I really hope so." I turn and walk back into the air-conditioned room. I find my mum doing a word search on the sofa bed. "No pool today love, we'll just unpack for now." My shoulders slump. The pool is by far the best part of every holiday. I've always loved swimming and have been on my local swimming team since I was about 7. I walk over to my case and start taking out clothes and hanging them up. A couple of hours later I'm on my nana and grandads balcony. They're staying in the room next door to us and I listen as their voices float through the open glass doors. "Walter!! What have you done with my tablets?" "I haven't touched your tablets!" "Well they're not where I put 'em and who else would have touched my bloody tablets?!" "Maybe the maid moved them?" "Men; always making excuses." I laugh quietly to myself and look out at the hotel. It's in a big 'L' shape with the pool between the blocks of apartments, we're practically in the corner where the two blocks meet. I scan across the balconies I can see in front of me to the left until my eyes stop and focus on something - more specifically, someone. Stood on a balcony about 4 rooms across on the same floor as us, I see a boy in a similar position to me, arms crossed, leaning against the railing. He's about my age, brown hair, tan skin, and an impressive six pack. Probably one of the most attractive people I've ever seen in my life. My mouth is hung open ever so slightly and I quickly snap it shut. My grandad comes out to stand next to me and I instantly avert my eyes. "What you staring at that lad for?" He questions the ghost of a smirk on his face. "What! I wasn't...I..." I sigh and curse my inability to lie as my face flushes bright red. "Good looking that one. I er...what do they call it?" He pauses a moment, thinking. "Ah, that's it, I 'ship' it." I look at my grandads smiling face. Did I hear that right? "How do you know that?" "What do you mean? I'm down with the kids, me." I give him a pointed look and he sighs. "There was this article in the paper about the words you use nowadays and what they mean." I laugh. "Was it an insightful read?" "No, not at all. Your generation speaks a whole different language to mine." We both laugh and turn to look at the sinking sun. "Why don't you try talking to that boy tomorrow?" I look at him as if he's grown a second head. "You're joking right?" "You're a beautiful girl, he'd fall for you instantly." "No offence, but your opinion's kind of biased." He shrugs. "None taken. Just know; I'm always right." "That opinion is also biased." He smacks me lightly on the arm and I laugh. "You'll see." He turns and walks back inside. I look back at the mystery boy to find he isn't there anymore. I sigh and join my grandparents inside.

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I wake up the next morning and go join my parents on the balcony. I sit myself in the empty plastic chair, and my eyes are instantly drawn to his balcony. He's there with an older couple I guess are his parents and a girl about 4 years old. I sigh to myself, knowing I'm going to become some sort of creepy stalker. 5 Soon, we all meet down at the pool. Everyone else settles themselves on sun beds, my nana with her magazine, grandad with his Sudoku book and my parents read their kindles, I on the other hand, jump straight in the pool and start swimming some lengths. I glide through the water and flip to push off the wall at the other end. My breathing is controlled and my front crawl is smooth as I kick my legs, propelling myself forward. I'm in my element. I do a few more before pulling myself up to sit on the edge of the pool. I return to my sunbed and get out the book I bought at the airport. A few minutes later, my grandad nudges me from his sunbed next to me. "There's your Balcony Boy." Balcony Boy? When did he come up with that? I look in the direction he nodded towards and as promised, 'Balcony Boy' is with his family setting up some sunbeds. It's bad enough me obsessing about him, but my grandad as well? And no doubt he's told my nana all about it. I sigh, and shake my head. 1 'Balcony Boy', is looking just as good as he did last night in a plain grey t-shirt, navy swim shorts, a pair of Ray Bans and some flip flops. He begins to take off his shirt and I avert my eyes, blushing, but not before I got another glimpse of his six pack. How do people look this good? My figure isn't bad because of all the swimming I do, but without that, I'd probably be a bit on the chubby side. In my head, I curse myself for being such a creep. What the hell is wrong with me? A stranger is on a family holiday and I'm drooling over him. I bring up my knees and rest my book on them, hating how my eyes keep drifting up to look in his direction. I can't even concentrate on the sentences in front of me as he slides off his flip flops, settling down on the sunbed. I shake my head and take off my sunglasses, preparing to go back in the pool to try and distract myself. "Back in so soon?" My nana asks me, pulling her sunglasses down her nose. "I thought you would have preferred to enjoy the view for a bit longer." She continues, smirking. I guess grandad told her then. He laughs and tries to cover it with a cough. Cheeky git. I turn and walk away, scowl on my face. I hear them both giggling behind me like teenage girls. I jump in and am instantly calmed by the cold water on my face. 1 I start off with a breaststroke back and to, and then change to front crawl. After a few minutes I stop to catch my breath, one hand holding the side of the pool. I lift up my goggles and wipe away some of the condensation that had gathered. Looking around the pool I notice it's getting more and more crowded, people playing catch or just talking in small groups. I take it as my cue to leave and once again get out of the pool. I walk back to my family and my mum pulls off her sunglasses. "Do you mind getting us some drinks, love?" I nod, quickly patting myself down with a towel, putting a sundress over my swimming costume and my sunglasses on my head. She passes me the money and tells me to get 2 cokes, 2 red slushes and whatever I want for myself. The red slushes are definitely for my nana and grandad; children at heart. I walk across the pool area to the bar, I notice Balcony Boy isn't with his family and can't help wondering where he is. "Hola! What can I get for you?" The man behind the bar asks me, cheerfully. I order all the drinks, including a blue slush for myself, and hand over the money. The man behind the bar prepares the drinks and then stares at the 5 plastic cups between us. "Are you sure you can carry these? I can help?" Me, being awkward, decline his offer and decide to tackle the task on my own. I hold my slush in one hand and stick a finger in

I swear the universe holds some sort of grudge against me and insists on torturing me with situations like this. I gulp, looking up into Balcony Boy's piercing blue eyes. My God, he's even more beautiful up close. His jawline could of give me a freaking paper cut. This is bad. This is really, really bad. "I.." I begin pathetically, unable to finish. "Want to watch where you're going?" He says, surprisingly calmly. I'm so embarrassed and can't think of an appropriate way to respond. My brain however, latches on to the first stupid idea it comes across. That is why my first conversation on this holiday with anyone other than my family, was going to be me pretending I can't speak English. Let me repeat that: I pretend I can't speak English. 1 I did French for GCSE in high school. Fingers crossed it actually comes in handy for once. "Je suis désolée! Je suis vraiment désolée!" I say with as much as an accent as I can manage. 11 What is actually wrong with me? "Oh! It's fine, no big deal. Er... English?" He responds, awkwardly. "Anglais? A...little bit." I say, acting unsure of my words. "Um..." He looks like he's trying to remember what French he must have learnt in high school too. I happened to be a bit of a French prodigy, so I can only hope he didn't have such a talent for it like I did. Him thinking I don't speak English gives me a bit more confidence if I'm honest. He sighs and shakes his head, clearly abandoning his search. "Name?" "Nom? Je m'appelle Amber. Comment tu t'appelles?" I'm hoping me saying it will refresh his memory. He goes blank for a second before his eyes light up. In my head I cringe slightly at how un-French my name is. "My name?" He points to himself and I nod, unable to control my smile at how happy he looks to have figured it out. "Je m'appelle Jake." He says with pretty bad pronunciation. He sounds like a British person attempting to speak French, which to be fair, is exactly what he is, but unknown to him, so am I. I clearly just do it better. I have to hold in a smirk at the thought. "Very excellent to know you, Jake." I say, feigning imperfect English. He laughs slightly at my attempt. "Well, I better wipe this off." He points to his chest and I nod, not allowing my eyes to linger on his abs. "Come with me?" Wait, what? I just blink, too shocked to react; Balcony Boy (well, Jake I guess) thinks this means I don't understand him. He points at me, "You," he points to himself, "Me," he points to the pool, "Together?" 9 I finally get my brain working and take a moment to feel sorry for any foreign person who ever has to have a conversation with someone who doesn't understand them, we tend to act quite patronizing when someone doesn't speak our language. + What have I got to lose? I've already made a fool of myself. I shrug and nod, following as he turns towards to pool. When we reach the edge he turns to me and I notice the pool had gone quite empty again. "You probably won't understand most of what I'm about to say," he takes my drinks out of my hands and sets them down on the floor. 1 "Mes boissons!?" I have no idea if my plural is right there, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't either so I'm not that bothered, I'm just confused. "so I'll keep it short. This is for spilling your drink on me." And with that he pushes me backwards into the pool.

Lolzz i was thinking u were both going to swim

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Did he just...? He just pushed me into the pool. I come up to the surface and look around to see a few people looking over at me, curious. I feel the heat rise in my cheeks and begin to swim to the side. The pool just had to be empty didn't it? I just had to trip and spill my drink. It just had to be spilt on Balcony Boy. He obviously lied when he said it was no big deal. I see him laughing at the side of the pool as he watches me. I pull myself out of the pool, stomp over to where Jake is stood and do the most stupid, impulsive, anger fuelled thing I have ever done in my life. I slap him. 6 I hear the satisfying smack of my hand against his face. He immediately stops smiling and stares at me in shock, mouth hung slightly open. I then do the second most stupid, impulsive, anger fuelled thing I've ever done in my life. I shove him in the pool, pick up my drinks and walk back to my family, not stopping to look back. + I get back to my family and give them their drinks. My dad looks up, "Why are you all wet?" "Um, I fell?" It came out as more of a question than a convincing excuse. "But managed to save all four of our drinks without spilling them?" "Yes?" He shakes his head, clearly not believing me, but doesn't ask any more questions. I spend the rest of the day avoiding Jake as much as humanly possible. It's not hard considering the amount of people at the hotel, but I'm still constantly on edge. We're all sat at the bar when my grandad turns to me. "Have you spoke to that lad?" he asks quietly. I look around him to see the rest of my family are distracted in conversation. If there's anyone I can tell about my awful encounter today, it's my grandad. I sigh and drop my head into my hands. "Yes, actually." "Guessing it didn't go well?" "You have no idea." I tell him everything and glare at him whenever he starts to laugh. "Well, that was bold of you." I snort in response. "Grandad, I slapped him, then pushed him into the pool." "As I said, bold." He replies smirking at me. "In your defence, he pushed you in the pool first." 1 "I spilt my drink on him first." He scratches the back of his neck, "Well, yes, you did do that." He pauses. "But that was an accident." I smile at his feeble attempt to make me feel better. "Although," I cringe, not wanting to hear what comes next, "pretending to speak French? Really?" "I know, I know. I panicked!" "Your reaction to panic is quite different to other people's." He smiles mockingly and I smack his shoulder lightly. "Don't worry about it too much." But even as he says it, I think we both know it'll be on my mind for the rest of the holiday. After a night of playing cards, we all go to bed. I toss and turn, today's events replaying in my head over and over again. ---------------------------------------

I wake up the next morning to sun shining through the curtains and the smell of bacon. I walk through to the living room/kitchen area to see my mum and dad cooking in the tiny space. My mum is the first one to notice me, "Morning love, how did you sleep?" + "Could've been better." "Well, nothing a bacon butty can't fix." I smile as she slides the plate over to me along with a glass of orange juice. I take one bite and groan. No matter what country we're in, my dad can make a decent bacon sandwich. I finish it quickly and dust the crumbs off my hands. "Do you want another one?" My dad asks me, turning from the stove. "Is that even a question?" I ask and he laughs, adding another sandwich to my plate. I pick up my plate, deciding to eat it on the balcony. I leave the plate on the table, taking the sandwich and walking over to the railing to eat it. Even though it's still quite early, plenty of people are already at the pool; I don't fail to notice that Jake isn't there. I sigh, longing for the water. I stay on the balcony for a while, looking at the view. My eyes flick to Jake's balcony and my heart stops. Jake is stood there, casually leant on the railing, eyes already glued on me. I immediately turn and walk back into the room, desperate to get out of his burning gaze. 1 After breakfast we all go down to the pool. Once again I begin the day with a few lengths of the pool. Everything is going great, until someone decides to stand in my path. I come up from under water to be face to face with Jake. Why, God? Why me? He smiles at me as I pull my goggles on top of my head. I'm breathing heavily because of my swimming and try to control it? "Do you like swimming?" He asks me, smirking. "J'adore la natation." What am I doing?! "I'll take that as a yes." I nod and try to walk around him, he's a couple inches taller than me, but I'm not short at 5 feet 8 inches. He must be about 6 foot. He grabs my arm as I walk past. "Je suis désolé." He says, I shake my head and roll my eyes, trying to walk away again, but he doesn't loosen his hold on my arm. Before I have time to realise what he's doing, he's pulled his arm back and splashed me with water. I stand shocked until I come to my senses and splash him back. Soon, we're having a full-on splash war. When I get close enough, I grab the top of his head and dunk him under the water. I hold him under for a few seconds before letting go. He comes back up and grabs my waist, tickling me. I scream (is it possible to scream in French?) and try to get out of his grasp. He holds my waist, lifts me up, and throws me into the water a few feet away. I'm laughing when I come back up to the surface, and so is Jake. He goes under water and I try to get away, but he grabs my ankle and drags me backwards whilst I try to stay above water. I give up and instead use my other leg to kick him in the chest, not hard enough to hurt too badly, but just enough for him to let go. He does and stands still, smiling at me. I smile back before shaking my head and turning to go. "Wait!" I turn back to him, questioningly. "I really am sorry." He says sincerely. I nod, before getting out of the pool. When I walk back to my family, my mum looks up and smiles. "Drinks?" I sigh, "Same as yesterday?" "Yep, thanks love." I groan and walk towards the bar. I order the drinks as usual and hand over the money. "Need help carrying them back?" Jake appears next to me seemingly out of nowhere. My God, he's everywhere today. I really don't want him to help, but I could really do with help carrying them back. I reluctantly nod and he takes three drinks off the top of the bar, leaving me with two. He stops to let me walk beside him, "Lead the way." I roll my eyes and walk in the direction of my family's sunbeds. My mum looks up and her eyes settle on Jake behind me. "Thanks love, who's this?" Bollocks. 8 ---------------------------------------

A flicker of confusion passes Jake's face, but he soon covers it with a polite smile. "Jake Fletcher, ma'am." He moves all three drinks to one hand so he can shake my mums. "Lovely to meet you, Jake. Are you one of Amber's friends?" I cringe, "Something like that." He responds. + I pass the drinks out, keeping hold of my own blue slush. "Hey Amber, can I talk to you a sec." Jake says. I nod and follow him. He walks around the pool and stops on the other side, me close behind him. "Funny how your mum can speak perfect, fluent English, whilst you struggle to form a sentence isn't it?" I cringe and hang my head, "Sorry." He nods, "Well, guess I'll have to do this again." He shoves me into the pool. But this time, I see it coming. I grab one of his wrists and pull him in with me. We both go into the pool at the same time. "You really need to stop doing that." I say punching his shoulder. "It's so weird hearing you speak English." "Well, don't get used to it." "Oh yeah, why's that?" "Because you're going to leave me alone." "Wouldn't be so sure about that." I sigh in frustration and leave the pool. Stupid boys with their perfect smiles, and their great bodies. I hear him jogging up behind me. "So, is your name actually Amber?" "Yes." "Are you my age? 17?" "Yes." "You like swimming right?" "Yes." "You're on the top floor, same as me?" "Yes." "You like blue slushes?" "Yes." "What's your favourite colour?" I stop abruptly, making Jake nearly walk into me, and turn around to face him, not accounting for how close that would make us. I swallow, and try to ignore the fact I could feel his breath on my face. "What are you doing?" "Trying to get to know you." "Why?" He shrugs, "Because I want to." "Well, we don't always get what we want." "I'm quite good at getting what I want." "Do you realise how much of a prick that sentence made you sound." "You're right, it sounded better in my head, but that's beside the point." 1 "What is the point?" "That I want to get to know you." "I figured. I just don't get why." His smirk fades and he looks out over the hotel. "This holiday might not be as mind-numbingly boring if I have someone to hang out with." "Look around," I gesture around us, "there are plenty of other people you can hang out with." "You kind of chose yourself as soon as you spilt your drink on me." "My God, it was an accident." "Then I guess fate chose you." He holds his hands up. "Nothing to do with me." I roll my eyes, turn back around and begin to walk back to my family. I'm about to sit on my sunbed when an arm comes around my shoulder. My mum looks up and smiles at me, and who I presume is Jake stood behind me. "Hey Mrs..." "Bloom." My mum fills in. "Mrs Bloom! Lovely to see you again, do you mind if I steal Amber from you for a while." My mum's smile brightens; clearly delighted I've made a 'friend' and obviously choosing to ignore my scowl. "Of course! No problem." My mum winks at me and I look over to see my nana and grandad beaming. I flush bright red, happy my dad has chosen to stay quiet, I don't know how much more embarrassment I can take. "Thanks Mrs Bloom!" Jake steers us both away from them and waves at my mum. "What the hell was that?" I say as soon as we're out of earshot, shoving his arm from my shoulders. "It was me getting what I wanted using my incredible charm and irresistible good looks." I scoff and follow him as he leads me to the arcade. -------------------------------------- Let me know what you think x

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"What are we doing here?" He ignores me, putting a euro into the air hockey table. "Reckon you can beat me?" He asks smirking. Air hockey is a holiday tradition between my dad and me. We get very passionate and the puck usually leaves the table at least twice because of the force we hit it. I happen to be quite good. "Guess we'll find out." I shrug and pick up the blue air hockey mallet. He picks up the red one and places the puck on the table. Jake hits it hard and fast and I let it slide straight into my goal, pouting. I set the puck on the table and hit it gently towards him, he hits it softly back and I slam it into his goal before he even realises I've done it. He points at me, "Oh, you're sneaky. It's on." From then on the game is fast paced, both of us blocking and slamming the puck back and forth. Eventually, the air stops blowing and the game ends. We look up to see the score is 9-7. 9-7 to me. I cheer and do a mini victory dance, consisting of me spinning in a circle waving my arms around. I probably look stupid, but I'm too happy to care. I look over at Jake to see him sulking. "Aw, is Jakey Wakey a bad loser?" I go over and pinch his cheeks. He bats my hands away. "No, I just don't like show offs." "That's rich coming from Mr...what was it? 'Incredible charm and irresistible good looks'?" He laughs, leading us over to the sofa in the corner. "So, Amber Bloom, what is your favourite colour?" "That, Jake Fletcher, is information you have to earn." "I'm guessing you're here with your mum, dad, nan and grandad right?" "Yep." "Are you not going to guess who I'm here with?" "Oh, I don't care." I say, smirking. + "Come on, humour me." I roll my eyes, "Your mum, dad and sister." "Almost," he looks me dead in the eye. "She's my daughter not my sister." 5 My mouth falls open and I quickly snap it shut. "Oh...I...Well..." I stutter, until Jake bursts out laughing. "Oh my God, you should have seen your face." He folds over laughing, wiping non-existent tears from his eyes. "No, you were right she's my sister." 1 I hit him on the shoulder, "You're an arse." 1 He nods, "I know, it's part of my charm." "What charm?" 2 "Amber, you wound me." He puts his hand on his heart. 1 I laugh along with him. What am I doing? What is this? I'm joking around with a boy without completely embarrassing myself, well, there's still time. We both stop laughing and Jake looks me in the eye. It isn't long before I blush and have to look away. I never talk to boys; boys never talk to me. I walk through school unnoticed by anyone but my friends and maybe a few people on the swim team, but other than that I keep myself to myself. And I don't mind that, it's how it's always been. "What's your favourite food?" I roll my eyes and look over at Jake, "You need to stop." He just laughs and grabs my wrist. "C'mon." "Where are we going?" "You'll find out." I stay quiet, intrigued, as he drags me through the entrance to the hotel. --------------------------------------

"You're not wearing a shirt." "So? We're in Spain." "We're also in public." "Eh. Who am I to deny the public this." He uses his hand to gesture to his chest. I force myself to keep my eyes fixed on his face. "Go on, you know you want a peek." + "In your dreams." "How'd you know I was dreaming about you?" He winks at me and I can't fight the blood that rushes to my cheeks. I shove him, "Shut up." He laughs and continues to drag me through the streets. The sun is hot on my face and I squint up at the blue sky. Weather like this makes me happy. I just feel better; I can't explain it. "So...are you going to tell me where we're going?" "Nope." We walk through streets that are all so familiar to me, after 17 years you tend to get to know a place. It's like a second home to me, and I can already tell we're heading in the direction of the beach. "You're taking me to the beach?" He looks at me over his aviators, "You only got here 2 days ago, how do you know where the beach is?" "I think the more important question is how do you know I got here 2 days ago? I didn't leave my room the day I got here." He blushes and looks away. "Our balcony's are really close," he shrugs, "I notice things." I nod, "Well, to answer your question, I've come here every year since I was 6 months old." "Wow. Maybe you should me taking me places." "What makes you think I want to take you anywhere?" "C'mon, we both know you love me." He winks at me and I roll my eyes. "Are you cocky by nature, or have you been raised this way?" He laughs and we turn the corner, the sea comes into view and the pavement in front of us is dusted with sand. I shiver. "Ugh." Jake turns to look at me, "What?" "I hate sand." 3 He looks at me like I just killed a puppy. "You're kidding right? The beach is like, the best place on earth." "I never said I didn't like the beach. The sea I love, the sand I hate." 1 "Bu-but sand is like...magic dust of summer or something." 1 "Magic dust of summer?" "Well...yeah?" "You're a literal 5 year old." He gives me a lopsided smile and runs off towards the beach. I walk slowly after him, trying to get as little sand on my feet as possible. He looks back at me, holding his hand up to his eyes in order to block out the sun. "Hurry up." I stop and scowl at him, hands on my hips. "It's not my fault sand gets everywhere. I don't know about you, but I'd much rather not have sand in every crevice of my body." 1 He sighs and hangs his head before stomping towards me. "What are yo-" Jake leans down and throws me over his shoulder. 1 "Jake! What the hell are you doing!? Put me down!" "I'm carrying you over the sand. You should be grateful." "Grateful?!" "This way you don't have to touch the sand at all." I feel him laugh beneath me, clearly enjoying winding me up. I stay silent and look around. The beach is busy with pretty much every sunbed taken. "Hey, Jake." "Yeah?" "There's no sunbeds. Maybe we should just go back to the hotel." "We don't need sunbeds." 1 -------------------------------------

"What do you mean, of course we need sunbeds." "Nope." I look down as Jake starts to walk into the sea; he keeps going until he's up to his knees and sets me down in the water. I sigh at how warm the water is on my legs. "Lets see how good your swimming skills are in open water, Bloom." "My swimming skills are good everywhere." "Any other skills?" He asks, eyebrows raised suggestively. "None that you'll ever know about." "There's time." I roll my eyes and turn. Running as fast as I can into the water, when I get a little deeper I dive under an incoming wave, coming up on the other side. I look around to see Jake get hit by the wave and nearly fall over. I laugh and bob on top of the water, waiting for him to get closer. Jake swims closer and looks over my shoulder at something behind me. I turn and see a massive inflatable obstacle course. Jake smiles and turns to me, "We are going on that. Right now." "Race you!" I set off swimming towards the green and yellow inflatable. Of course I win, but I'm surprised at Jake's ability to keep up. We climb on top of the inflatable and try to stand, but we slip over and fall off almost straight away. "This is going to be much harder than I thought it was going to be." Jake says, smile on his face. "You know what else is hard-" I stop him by putting my hand over his mouth. 7 "Do not finish that sentence." But he licks my hand and I pull it back quickly. "Jake!" We finally manage to stand on the inflatable, our arms out wide for balance. I try to take a step forwards but start to wobble. Before I fall, I feel hands on my waist, steadying me. "Careful." It's Jake behind me; my skin tingles where his hands touch my waist. 2 I swallow, trying to steady my breath. "Thanks." "No problem." I turn around to see his bright smile. "C'mon, lets go." He starts to run towards a big inflatable bag. One person is sat on the end whilst the other jumps on it, sending the person on the end flying into the air. "You lie on the end, I'll catapult you." Jake says, excited. "Are you sure you're heavy enough?" "I'll manage." I roll down the bag towards the end, laughing. I look up to Jake, "Are you ready?" He shouts. I give him the thumbs up and he jumps. I scream as I'm shot into the sky, landing into the water feet first with a splash. I swim back to the inflatable and Jake grabs my arm, pulling my up. "That was amazing!" "I can't believe how high you went." He replies, laughing. 1 He turns and runs towards a trampoline. "Bounce with me." I carefully make my way towards him and join him on the trampoline. Jake backs away from me and does a backflip, clearly just showing off. I roll my eyes and instead walk towards a mini trapeze over the water. Jake runs to catch up with me but I set off, crossing to the other side. We spend the next hour or so going down slides, climbing inflatable boulders and running across stepping stones. We slip and fall off so many times, but neither of us stops laughing. We're still laughing as we swim back to the beach. As the water hits knee height, Jake comes up behind me and picks me up bridal style. "Seriously? This again?" "I don't get what your problem is, I'm doing you a favour." He says, smiling at me. I sigh, wrapping my arms around his neck, refusing to meet his eyes. ----------------------------------------

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My gal u don dey fall 4 Jake b dat o, no big deal anyway. Next my person.

let's see what happens next

Love would soon show

updates re late!! nice one tho!!

A couple hours later, I'm back in the hotel sitting on my balcony. I'm trying to read, but it's proving impossible. Turns out, it's really hard to read when you have a boy a few balcony's across shouting your name constantly. + "Hey, Amber! Amber? Amber! Amber, look at me. Amber I know you can hear me! Amber?" Someone on a balcony below me shouts, "Amber, whoever you are answer the damn boy!! I'm trying to drink my bloody beer in peace!" 7 I slam my book closed in a huff, and stomp over to the railing. "What the hell do you want, Jake." He smiles as soon as he sees me, "I wanted to talk, meet me down in the reception in 5." "What? I-" But he was already gone, the balcony door sliding shut behind him. I turn and walk inside. I find my mum and dad on the sofa, both of them reading, a packet of crisps open in front of them. I pop a crisp in my mouth, "Hey, is it ok if I go downstairs and talk to Jake?" My mum pulls her glasses down her nose and raises an eyebrow. "Jake, huh?" I roll my eyes, "Yes, Jake." "Just be back in time for us to go out for tea, we're going out with Jake's family." 18 "Thanks mu- Wait what?!" "Whilst you and Jake were out today, we talked with his parents, we've got along quite well so we're going out for tea together." I start to walk towards the door, my mouth open wide. "He can't leave me alone for one minute." I mutter as I walk out the door. I get down to reception to see Jake sat on a chair reading a brochure for Katmandu, an upside down house you can go in with different things like mirror mazes etc. 1 I go and stand in front of him, hands on my hips. He looks up at me and flashes his signature smile. "Hey there, best friend." "I'm not your best friend." "Aw, come on, I thought we bonded today." "Of course you do." "I'll win you over eventually. C'mon, I want to show you something" He turns and starts to walk away, knowing I'll follow him. He leads me out of the doors, into the pool area. We walk around the edge of the pool and I make sure I stay well away from the edge, wary of Jake trying to push me in. I expect us to stop at the bar but he keeps walking, stopping in front of a small gap I hadn't noticed before between the wall of the bar and a hedge. He looks back at me and smiles before walking through the thin alleyway. I follow him, my hair occasionally getting caught on the bush. "This better be good dipshit, I'm ruining my hair for thi-" I stop short when we reach the end of the pathway. The floor had turned to pebbles and we turn a corner to see a small beach, only about 20 meters long. It's empty, bordered by massive boulders perfect for jumping off of. "How did you find this?" I ask Jake, turning to face him. He shrugs, "I was just walking about the first day I got here and I saw the gap. I thought of it when you said you don't like sand today. It's a shingle beach, completely stones. It's perfect for you." He smiles at me and I blush, turning away. "Thank you." "No problem. However, there is one condition." I turn towards him, eyes narrowed. "And that is?" "Whenever you come here, it has to be with me." I roll my eyes, "Fine. But that's a stupid condition." He smirks at me, "I know." He winks at me before taking of his shirt and shoes and running towards the rocks. "Ow, ow, ow, stones on bare feet hurt soooo bad." "Jake, what are you doing? I thought we had to go out for tea soon." He shrugs, "I'll dry." And without another word he dives off the boulder into the sea. -------------------------------------

His head comes above the surface. "Cold. Cold. Very cold, oh my God I can't feel my toes." He starts to swim to shore, running towards me. "Quick Amber, hug me, I need your warmth." + "Jake. No, don't you dare." I turn and run back towards the hotel, Jake close on my heels. "Pleeeeease, I'm gonna get hypothermia." 1 "Its about 25°C. You'll warm up soon enough without my help." I reach the hotel and run inside. Jake moves to join me and I stop him, pointing at a sign on the door. "You can't come in unless you're dry." I say, smirking. 8 "Can you get me a towel please?" "How am I going to do that?" "I'm in room 433, just knock on and ask for my towel." "I'm not going to disturb your family just because you're too stupid to stay dry until you go out for tea." He sighs and looks around me at the reception desk. His clothes were bundled up in his hands and he was dripping all over them. "Here, give me your clothes, you're ruining them." I take the clothes from him and straighten them out, neatly folding them over my arm. I look up to find Jake smiling at me. "What?" He shakes his head, small smile still on his lips. "Nothing." He looks past me once again and leans in closer to me. "Ok, the receptionist just went into the back, I need to make a run for the lift." 1 "Ja-" He runs past me, slipping on the smooth tiles as he goes. I speed walk after him, keeping my eye on the front desk. I turn and look for Jake, catching sight of him just as he runs into the lift and pokes his head out, gesturing for me to go faster. "Excuse me, you shouldn't be in here unless you're dry." The receptionist has come out of the office and was walking around the desk, towards us. I turn, my eyes wide and bolt towards the lift. Jake is already pressing the close door button and I slip in the gap at the last minute as the door clangs shut. We're both breathing heavily and Jake presses the button for floor 2. "Floor 2?" I ask, confused. "If they watch the lift, they'll know what floor we go to. We'll get off at 2 and take the stairs up to 4, just in case." "What's the worst they can do anyway? It's only a bit of water on the floor." "I don't know, they could fine us or something." "What? €10? Big loss." We both laugh slightly. "Honestly? I figured that if we take the stairs, I'd get a bit more time with you." I look over, Jake's eyes already on me; the tips of his ears slightly red. His eyes go to my lips and my breath catches in my throat. He starts to lean closer and I swear my heart stops. But the lift dings and he shakes his head slightly, looking back at the lift doors just as they open. I swallow and take a deep breath. 1 Was Jake going to kiss me? 3 I put all thoughts of Jake's lips on mine to the back of my head and follow him out of the lift. "Well you have to sit through a meal with me tonight anyway. You'll be sick of me by tomorrow." He smiles and looks down at his feet, rocking back on his heels, "I seriously doubt that I could ever be sick of you." I blush furiously as we walk towards the stairs, I put my foot on the first step but Jake stops me. "Race you?" 2 "For two floors? I don't know if you have the endurance, I'm a swimmer remember." "I'm on my local cross country team." "Well. Bollocks." "You've met your match, Bloom." "Ready?" He nods. "3, 2-" He stops counting and sets off, taking me by surprise. I shout my protests at his cheating and run after him. We're both skipping steps and the slap of our feet echo around the staircase. I manage to catch up with him after one flight and finally over take him near the end as he starts to slow down. I'm about to reach the 4th floor when Jake's arms come around my waist and pull me back. 1 "No! This is cheating you absolute cabbage." He puts me down a few steps below him and quickly runs to the top. 3 He holds his arms about his head. "I am victorious. Runners are better than swimmers." "Better at being douchebags." He laughs and puts his arm around my shoulders as he walks me back to my room. + And this time, I leave it there. 1 -------------------------------------------- This is my favourite chapter so far

We all meet in the reception before walking to the restaurant and Madison, Jake's little sister, immediately comes up to me. "Hi, I'm Maddy." She stuck out her hand and I shook it, smiling. "Nice to meet you Maddy, I'm Amber." "I know. Jakey won't stop talking about you." I laugh and look over at Jake. He looks mortified. "How old are you, Maddy?" "I am 5 and a half." She smiles, almost proud. "Don't leave out the half or else she'll get real mad." Jake says, coming up behind me, Madison sticks her tongue out at Jake and I turn to smile at him. The adults start to walk out the door and Maddy skips after them. "Amber and Jake, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-" She squeals and doesn't get to finish as Jake jogs up behind and scoops her into his arms, beginning to tickle her. 1 "What were you saying?" He says. "Nothing! Nothing Jake, please!" I stand back and watch. You can tell how close they are instantly; and as an only child, I can't help but feel a little jealous. When we arrive at the restaurant, we sit at two separate tables. All the adults are on one while me, Jake and Madison are on the other. We all pick up menus and Jake leans over to read mine instead of his own. "What are you doing?" He smirks at me, "Mine's broken." He replies, pointing at his (perfectly fine) menu. I shake my head, smiling. "What are you having Mads?" He asks his sister. 1 "Fish fingers!" Jake laughs, "What about you, Bloom?" "Um...probably a burger." "Yeah, me too." He says smiling. "So you're copying me now?" "I knew I was having a burger before you." "How are you going to prove that?" He shrugs, smirking. "Don't need to." The night continues and soon the sky turns dark. Maddy orders a banana split and me and Jake share a vanilla sundae for dessert. "Sharing a sundae? I didn't know we were moving this fast, Bloom." I shake my head and snort. "You're an idiot." "Hey, I don't share my ice creams with just anyone." "I'm honoured." I say, rolling my eyes. "You should be." Soon everyone's getting ready to leave and Jake's mum walks over to our table. "Amber! We haven't properly met, I'm Jessica, Jake's mum." I shake her outstretched hand, smiling. "Nice to meet you Mrs Fletcher." "Well, we're all making our way back to the hotel, but we thought you two might want to walk around? Maybe look in some shops?" Jake and me both nod. "Cheers, mum." He says. "Just be careful." "Mum, I'm 17." "I don't care if you're 17, you're still my baby. So don't do anything stupid." She walks away with my family, Madison holding her hand. Maddy turns to wave just before they turn the corner out of sight. "So." Jake turns to me. "You're the expert, where too?" I take him through the streets, weaving in and out of shops. Jake picks up everything he can, messing with it. "Bloom, look at this. I can grow my own penis peppers!" "Why would you want to do that?" "Why wouldn't I want to do that?" 3 I just shake my head walking away. "I'm not even going to answer that." "It's not my fault they're obsessed with knobs over here." Just as he says it, we walk past another shop with...interesting bottle openers of various sizes. Jake picks up the biggest one. "This looks familiar, it's just like mine." I blush instantly. 4 I take it from him and hang it up, grabbing his hand and dragging him from the store. "You're ridiculous." I tell him, small smile on my lips. We carry on walking and Jake doesn't let go of my hand. We walk through the streets side by side and continue looking through shops. I find a display of rings and look through them as Jake goes deeper into the shop. There's one in particular that I'm drawn to; I pull it out on the security cable, trying it on. Jake comes up behind me, "You expecting a proposal or something Bloom?" I jump slightly, and take it off my finger quickly. "No, idiot. I just think they're really pretty." I shake my head. "Anyway, we should probably start heading back." + Jake yawns, "Yeah I guess you're right And with that we begin the walk back to our hotel. ------------------------------------------

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Amber is totally in love with him(jake) now

Hm

When I wake up the next morning, I instantly go out to the balcony. I look out for one face in particular and see him, leant over the railing just like the first time I saw him. He's looking out at the sea, and I go back inside to get ready. I tell my parents I'm going out and walk through the door, beach bag in hand, dressed in my bikini with a light dress over the top. + I make my way to room 433 and hesitate slightly before knocking. It's Jake's dad who opens the door. "Ah, Amber! Lovely to meet you." He shakes my hand before calling Jake in off the balcony. He walks in, head down, shirt off, looking as amazing as ever. "What's up, Dad?" He lifts his hand to brush his hair back and stops when he sees me. 1 "Amber?" He smiles. "What are you doing here?" I lift up my beach bag, "I was wondering if you wanted to go the beach?" "Yeah, yeah definitely." He grabs his towel off a chair and jogs out of the door, dragging me with him. He calls bye to his parents and just like that we're walking down the corridor, his hand on my arm. "So, our beach?" "If by 'our' beach you mean the small one, yes." "Aw come on Bloom, it's our beach." He puts his arm around my shoulders again and I roll my eyes. We get downstairs and walk through the small gap in the hedge. Finding the beach completely empty. I place my bag down and start to pull my dress over my head, revealing my bikini. Jake has only ever seen me in a full swimsuit and when I turn around he's stood still, staring at me. I clear my throat and he jumps a little. 4 Blushing slightly he scratches the back of his head. "Lets hope the water's a little warmer in the day time." He says laughing awkwardly, before walking into the water. I walk around and instead climb up on the rocks, just as Jake had the night before. I shout down at Jake's head as it bobs out of the water, "Is it warmer?" "It's perfect." He shouts back and gestures for me to jump. "Show me your best dive Bloom." I go on my toes and jump hands first into the water. When I surface again I turn, looking for Jake. I can't see his head above water and spin in a full circle to no avail. "Jake?" There's no answer as I continue to look around. I scream as Jake's head appears right in front of my own. He had gone under water and come up in my face, making me jump. "Oh my God, you...you...flat tire!" 1 "Flat tire? Seriously?" He asks, eyebrow raised. I shove him away from me as he laughs and he grabs my waist to stop himself floating too far away. I shiver slightly, despite the warm salty water. 2 There's a drop of water on the tip of Jake's nose and it takes all my strength not to reach up and wipe it away, I almost give in but one of Jake's hands moves from my waist to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. 3 Our faces are inches apart and getting closer by the second, I can feel my heart beating in my throat. I take a shaky breath, feeling his own breath on my face and close my eyes. 3 ------------------------------------------

Our lips are inches away, but something swims past my foot and I scream, pretty much jumping on Jake. He catches me, one hand behind my back, the other under my knees. 3 "What the hell was that about?" "Something touched my foot!" Jake looks down into the water. "It was probably just seaweed, I can't believe you would interrupt-Oh...wow." I follow his gaze to see small silver fish swimming around our legs. "This is amazing." I take my goggles from around my wrist and place them on my head, dipping my head underwater to get a better luck. Their silver scales reflect the sunlight, making them shimmer as they move. I feel a splash next to me and Jake's face appears in the corner of my eye. He's underwater, no goggles, just eyes open in the saltwater. I come to the surface dragging him with me. His eyes have gone bloodshot and I smack him on the shoulder. "Ow, what was that for?" "You could've borrowed my goggles instead of destroying your eyes with saltwater. I bet that stings right?" "A bit." He shrugs. "Worth it though." "How many times do I have to call you an idiot before it sinks in?" "A lot?" He smirks. I go to hit him again, but he catches my hand with his and lowers it under the water. "If you keep hitting me like this, I swear to God I won't be able to feel my arm anymore." He laughs, and hits me on the shoulder. "AH! Why would you do that?!" "Taste of your own medicine, Bloom! Suck on it." "In your dreams, dipshit." "We've already established you're in my dreams, Bloom." He says, winking. He grabs my waist once again and pulls me closer. "So, where were we?" 2 I shrug, "Can't remember, you must of hit me too hard." + He shakes his head and laughs. "You're impossible." We spend another couple of hours at the beach, but decide to walk back to the hotel as the temperature starts to drop. We find the pool completely empty and sit side by side on the edge, legs submerged in the cool water. "I've been meaning to ask you," I start, turning to face Jake slightly, "how long are you staying for? You got here before me, right?" "I got here 2 days before you did, and I'm staying for 2 weeks." "I'm only staying for 10 days, you'll have to go two more days without me." His face falls, but he soon covers it with a small smile. "I don't know how I'll survive." He says, casting a look my way. "I'm sure you'll manage." We sit in silence and watch the sun sink lower behind the palm trees. "Thought it was you two." I jump and turn around to find my mum stood behind us. "Jake, love, I've been talking with your parents and, only if you want of course, you're welcome to join us on our visit to Katmandu tomorrow." "I would love to, Mrs Bloom." "Excellent! Just come round our room tomorrow morning and we'll drive down." With that she turns and makes her way back into the hotel. Once she's out of earshot, I turn to Jake. "How have you managed to get yourself invited to every aspect of my holiday??" He shrugs, smirking. "I'm just that good." We walk back to our rooms soon afterwards and call it a day. ------------------------------------------

"Amber! Up you get, we need to get ready." I jolt awake and roll over to face the door. My mum's stood there, hands on hips. "And you might want to hurry up." + I look over her shoulder and groan. "Why is he here so early?!" "I didn't know what time you were leaving. I wanted to make sure I was ready." He says, speaking for the first time. He's in tan chino shorts, and a navy collared shirt with the sleeves rolled, first few buttons left open; I try really hard not to stare at the triangle of skin exposed. My mum turns and says to Jake, "Make sure she gets up." Before walking out of the room. I roll over, putting my face into the pillow. Next thing I know, Jake has jumped on top of me. "Ow! What are you doing?" 1 "I'm making sure you don't fall back asleep." He says, voice muffled by the bed sheets. "Get off, you weirdo." I say shoving him, hard. He stands and stretches, the hem of his shirt riding up slightly. I quickly avert my eyes. "Rise and shine sleepy head!" He shouts. 1 "Shut up." I say, getting out of bed. I catch Jake looking at my legs in my pyjama shorts and smirk to myself. "Right, get out while I change." "I think I better stay here, make sure you don't get back in bed." I glare at him and he quickly leaves the room. Once I'm ready I leave the bedroom to find Jake and my dad on the couch watching the football. Jake looks up when he hears the door close and smiles at me. I'm wearing a vest, shorts and flip flops. My dad stands up, "Right, let's get going then. I'll get the car ready, Amber, take Jake to get your Nana and Grandad." Jake follows me out of the room as I walk next door and knock on. My grandad answers the door and completely ignores me, his attention going straight to Jake. "Ah, Jake. Nice to finally meet you." They shake hands, "Nice to meet you sir." "Call me Walter, son." My grandad says, patting Jake's arm. My Nana comes up behind my Grandad and begins to fawn over Jake immediately. "Oh, look at you, so handsome and strong." She grabs one of his arms and admires his muscles. All I can do is look on, mortified. She fusses over him some more before I put an end to it. "Right, Nana, lets get downstairs." I say, prying her hands from his arm. My grandparents walk out ahead of us and Jake looks over, smirking. "Shut up." I say. He shrugs innocently, "Didn't say anything." "You didn't have to." I walk off and he laughs, following me. ---------------------------------

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nice ooo

patiently waiting 4 dat romantic moment!!

Hmmmm i don talk am oo. Nice one dear.

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We hired a Citroen Grand C4 Picasso for the 10 days so Jake and me are in the two seats at the back. As soon as I open the car door I'm greeted with a blast of hot air, but thankfully my dad has the air con on full blast. "Ow." I drop the seat belt immediately as the hot material touches my hand. Jake laughs at me as he fastens his own seatbelt. "How are you touching that?" + "I'm invincible." I just shake my head, laughing. He leans across me to grab my seatbelt and I freeze. His head is right next to mine, his knee is against my thigh, and his arm is all the way across my body. He pulls the seatbelt across me, slowly, and buckles it in, smirking. His eyes linger on my lips before he sits back in his seat and I let out a shaky breath. I really want him to kiss me. We set off on the hour journey to Magaluf, the radio playing and the windows open. My nana won't stop complaining about the wind ruining her hair and Jake won't quit singing along to the radio. Badly. "Would you shut up?" "Leave him be, Amber." My mum scolds from the front seat. "Easy for you to say, you're not sat right next to it." She just laughs and Jake sings even louder, my nana and grandad join in when Sweet Caroline comes on. "Come on Bloom, join in." Jake urges beside me. I simply cross my arms over my chest and turn towards the window. I can see his smirk slightly reflected by the glass. He jabs me in the hip, still singing at the top of his lungs and I squeal. He leaves me alone for the rest of the song, but when the chorus kicks in again, I can't help it. I sing along. Jake and me share a smile as everyone in the car begins to belt out the lyrics. "DUN DUN DUUUUUN." We all shout it at the same time and Jake and me immediately collapse into laughter. We sing all the way to the end and the silence after stands in sharp contrast to the six voices before it. "I spy with my little eye..." Jake starts, breaking the silence. "Oh God no." I mutter. "Something beginning with...W." "Windmill." I say. He turns to me sharply, "How'd you get it that quick?" "We just passed one." He huffs, indignantly. "Your turn, then." I smile slightly at his annoyance. "Something beginning with B and then P." "What do you mean?" "It's two words; first begins with B and second with P." He thinks for so long I almost think he's stopped playing. "I need a clue." "It's in the car." He thinks again, looking around the car, to see if he can find it. "I give up. I have no idea." He puts his hands in the air. I smirk and lean forward, "Dad!" "Yes, love?" "Eye spy – Something beginning with B then P." My dad only thinks for a short moment, "Brake pedal." I sit back and look at Jake, "There you go." He sits, mouth open. "You're joking. That's stupid, you can't even see it." "You're just annoyed that you're rubbish at I Spy." 1 "Sorry, I didn't realise I was playing with professionals." 1 I laugh as he sits pouting. "You're such a sore loser, you know that?" He just angles his body towards the window, away from me. "Jake. Jake. Hey, Jake. Jake Fletcher. Jakey wakey." I say, smiling and nudging him slightly. 1 I smack him harder and he turns to me, smiling. "I'm trying to be mad at you, stop being adorable." I blush and he laughs at me. "Idiot." I retort. -------------------------------

We arrive at Katmandu and I watch Jake's reaction. His smile reveals his teeth and he bounces slightly with the excitement of a 4 year old. He stares at the upside-down house in awe and I can't help but smile. + "This is amazing." He says, smile still spread across his face. The house is built to look like a mansion that's upside-down with roots coming off the top as if it was ripped from the ground and there are several ponds either side. The hotel behind has a huge plastic creature climbing it, with white fur and pointy ears. We walk over a small bridge towards the entrance and buy our tickets. There are people everywhere. "Right, you two go off and we'll meet you at the end when you're ready." My mum tells us, handing us our tickets. First we enter a room with a plastic tree in the middle; mechanical animals moving all around the room with all kinds of animal sounds coming from surrounding speakers. The tree has a face and me and Jake come to stand in front of it. "What kind of tree fits in your hand?" Jake asks. I sigh in response. "A palm tree." He says, laughing at his own joke and I roll my eyes. 1 He sees me and places a hand on his heart, acting offended. "I fernly beleaf my tree puns are qualitree. Yew can't beat a good tree pun." 4 I punch him in the stomach. He doubles over, "Worth it." I laugh and walk over to a wall. It has two panes of glass with a horizontal gap across the middle. I put my hand through the gap and a note plays. It makes me jump and I pull my hand back. Placing my hand in again, I move over the gap and the note changes. Jake comes over and puts his hands in next to mine, playing multiple notes at the same time. He attempts to make some sort of dance beat, and fails miserably. 1 We continue to walk through the house and come to a walkway inside a spinning, multi-coloured barrel. I walk through, Jake close behind me and I start to lean to one side, nearly falling over. I look behind and see Jake doing the same. Jake's hands come to rest on my waist. 1 "I almost fell over." He shouts in my ear, over the loud sound of the spinning barrel. "Don't take me down with you." He's so close that I can feel the laugh as it shakes his body. We reach the end of the walkway and take a moment. I'm so dizzy I almost fall over right there and then, but Jake's hands are there, holding me up. We spend the next hour or so exploring the house. It's full of optical illusions and quirky things that I can barely drag Jake away from; his inner child has taken full control and I can't wipe the smile off my face. Every time we walk to a different room Jake comes up next to me, holding my hand in his. We walk into the next room and I'm instantly freezing, my breath forming a cloud in front of me. How they manage to get this one room so cold in comparison to the heat outside I don't know, but I'm definitely not dressed for it. 2 The walls are made to look like ice and a model of the white furry...thing is opposite us, a loud growl coming from speakers around the room now and then. I instinctively lean into Jake's side, but instantly begin to move away once I realise what I'm doing, blood rushing to my cheeks. I let go of his hand and cross the room, pretending to look at something on the wall. "You ok?" He asks, coming to stand behind me. I want to respond but my teeth are chattering and my whole body is shaking slightly from the dramatic temperature change. In my vest and shorts – it's safe to say I'm absolutely freezing. STORY CONTINUES BELOW "Looking a little chilly there Bloom." "N-N-No s-shit." Jake laughs and pulls me towards him, enveloping me in a hug. I rest my chin on his shoulder and hook my arms under his so my hands grip his shoulders. He squeezes me slightly, hand running up and down my back. He pulls back, hands rubbing my arms in an attempt to warm me up. Even when we begin to walk again, he keeps his arm around me. I try to subtly press closer, craving the warmth his hug had brought. We walk through to the final part of the house. It's a mirror maze, the air still freezing. I look around at the hundreds of Amber's staring back at me. + Out the corner of my eye I catch Jake flexing in the mirrors. "Seriously?" "What?" He flexes again and I avert my eyes. "Do you love anything but yourself?" I laugh. He shrugs, "There's a few. Pizza's pretty good." 1 I shake my head and he grabs my hand, pulling me through the maze. The whole maze is empty except for the two of us and our voices echo slightly. "This is so confusing." Jake mutters to himself. "Because you keep leading us into dead ends." I laugh, as he walks into another mirror. "I feel like my reflections taunting me." He laughs. We stumble into an alcove of mirrors and stop, looking around slowly. I look at Jake behind me using one of the mirrors on the wall. With his sunglasses on his head, and his hands in his pockets, he looks like he's just stepped right out of a movie. "What if we never find our way out?" He muses, turning to me with a smile. "Then I'm going to freeze to death." "I'll keep you warm." He says with a wink. I laugh, "I think I'll just freeze." He shrugs, smiling. "Your loss." I start to turn in a slow circle, looking at myself staring back. I stop when my eyes flick to Jake. He's looking at me, small smile on his face, but he averts his eyes once he notices I'm looking, tips of his ears going red. "What's something everyone looks stupid doing?" He asks. "What is it with you and random questions?" "What is it with you and avoiding them?" Smiling, I shake my head. "I don't know...curling?" He laughs, getting low to the ground, mimicking the position of someone curling. "I don't think it's fair if you demonstrate, you look stupid doing everything." "I don't know how much longer I can take all these digs, Bloom." I shrug, smiling. "You only have to put up with it for 5 more days anyway." His smile falters and he stands slowly, not meeting my eyes. 1 The frown looks foreign on his face, out of place and unnatural. We stand in silence until I can't take it any longer. "Jake-" "Amber-" We both start at the same time and I laugh awkwardly. "Amber? I don't hear that from you often." "Well..." He says taking a step towards me, "I was about to be serious." "Serious? That's not like you." He shrugs, smirking. "I can be unpredictable when I want to be." "Oh, yeah? Like when?" "Like now." He takes a final step towards me and his lips connect with mine. 14 I react instantly, kissing him back with an urgency I didn't know I had. His hands come to rest on my hips, thumbs rubbing small circles as I bring my hands up towards his hair. 3 I'm backed up against one of the mirrors as Jake pushes closer, removing any space between us. Goose bumps rise along my arms as the heat from Jake's body replaces the cold air of the room. When we pull apart, I'm breathless and so is he. Both of us stay close to each other, our noses still touching as his breath fans across my face. "You should be unpredictable more often." I whisper, breathlessly. He laughs, and leans his forehead against my own. "I've wanted to do that for so long." He says, quietly. We share a smile and I bite my lip. "Stop doing that." 1 "Doing what?" I question, leaning back slightly. "Things that make me want to kiss you." "Well I'm not stopping you." I smile. 1 With that he leans in again, giving me one last, lingering kiss. He pulls away, threading his fingers through mine and drags me out into the mirror maze. "We should probably try and get out of here." He laughs. "Probably." I smile. I follow him, knowing at this point, I'd probably follow him anywhere. -------------------------------

It takes us another 15 minutes to get out of the mirror maze, with Jake constantly taking us the wrong way. + We make it back into the reception of the house and I breathe a sigh of relief as the warm air surrounds me once again. "Ah! There you are, did you have fun?" My mum asks, standing from one of the benches as soon as she sees us. "It was great." I say, smiling, my mind wandering back to Jake's lips on mine and the feel of my hands in his hair. I really hope my mum can't tell what I'm thinking, but there's something about the look in her eyes that tells me she knows something happened. 2 "Well, you guys can play some mini golf if you want?" She offers. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, why not. We have plenty of time left." She hands me some money before joining back up with my dad, nana and grandad. "Just phone us if you need anything, we're going to look around some shops." I nod and turn to Jake. "Ready for some golf?" "Always." We walk over to the Expedition Golf and get our clubs. I look around the golf course; it has a waterfall in the middle with a black and white striped jeep teetering on the edge. There are small wooden bridges between some of the different holes and children lean over the side of a few, pointing at huge goldfish in the ponds as they swim past. "Are you any good at golf?" Jake asks me as we make our way to the first hole. "Erm...I'd rather not answer that." I reply, laughing. He sighs, "I'm not letting you win, Bloom." "I didn't expect you too. You're no gentleman are you?" "I can be when I want to be." I shake my head and place my yellow ball on the black spot of artificial grass. I line up my shot and swing, missing the ball completely. Jake bursts out in laughter and I find myself giggling too, but smack him all the same. "Stop laughing at me." "You- You just mi-missed it completely." He says, struggling through his laughter. "Shut up." I bring my club up to my shoulder, threatening to hit him with it. He holds his hands up, "Ok, ok, I'll stop." He says, smile still spread across his face. "Let me help." He comes up behind me and brings his arms around me, hands covering mine on the golf club. "Wow. Cheesiest move in the game." "Hey, I wouldn't be surprised is you missed on purpose so I'd do this." "I did not!" "Yeah, whatever, Bloom. You've been waiting for this all day." I step on his foot and he yelps stepping away from me. "Gah. I've been more injured since I met you than I think I have in my whole life." I laugh as he comes to stand behind me again and clears his throat. "Right, so for mini golf, you don't need a powerful swing. So first, look at the hole." I turn my head to look at the hole. "Now think about how much power you'll have to put on it, look back down, and hit it." He uses his hands over mine to move the club and hits the ball. It rolls towards the hole and stops about 2 inches away. "Wow." I say. He shrugs, "I've played a lot of mini golf." He takes his shot, the ball rolling straight into the hole. I throw my arms up, "Why couldn't you do that for my shot?!" "I told you I wouldn't let you win." He winks at me as he walks past me, collecting his ball. 3 "Douchebag." He laughs as he walks over to the next hole, me trailing behind him. It's hole 16 when I finally get a hole in one. I cheer, putting my arms in the air and Jake runs towards me, picking me up and spinning me around. 4 He places me back on the floor and gives me a peck on the nose. "About time." He says. "It's not my fault I had an awful teacher." "I got you there in the end, didn't I?" We complete the rest of the course and unsurprisingly, Jake is the winner. Not that he'll let me forget it. "Hey, Bloom. Who won mini golf again?" He asks me for the 4th time. "I don't know Jake. Who did win mini golf?" I say with a tight smile. "I did." I call my mum to tell her we're ready and a couple of minutes later, the car pulls up on the curb in front of us. We climb in and my grandad turns to us. "How was golf?" "All it did was make Jake's head bigger." I say. My grandad turns to Jake, "I'm guessing you won then, son?" "I did. But Amber was...great?" I punch him on the arm. "The question wasn't necessary. I was great, Grandad." "No offence love, but I think I'll trust Jake on this one." I sit with my mouth open. "I got a hole in one!" "Compared to how many of Jake's?" Jake clears his throat, "8." He coughs into his fist. 1 "Don't worry Amber, I stand with you. Men are just arrogant shitheads." Says my nana. 5 "Mum! Language!" My mum says from the front seat. Jake and me begin laughing from the back seats. "It's not like they've never heard it before, Sarah." My nana defends. My mum just shakes her head, the ghost of a smile on her face. About 15 minutes later Jake turns to me. "I've got one." "Got one what?" "An I spy. One even you won't get." I angle myself more towards him, "Try me." "G then C." I think for a moment, looking around me. "Glove compartment." The smile slips from his face. "Oh come on." He puts his hands in the air and then lets them fall down to his side. "That's ridiculous." I shrug. "I may be no good at mini golf, but you haven't got anything on my I spy skills." He looks at me, head still drooped, one corner of his mouth lifted in a smile. "I love how you think that's a skill." "What else would you call it?" "I don't know, it just suggests you have an unhealthy obsession with I spy to me." Even he knows what's coming, already bracing himself. 1 I hit him. ----------------------------

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WOW ! WHAT LOVE CAN DO

loving dix

Ride you on

When we arrive back at the hotel, we meet up with Jake's family. Maddy immediately runs towards Jake, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug. Mrs. Fletcher walks towards where I'm standing beside my mum. "Thanks so much for taking Jake along with you today." She says to my mum. "Oh, it was no trouble. It was better actually, allowed us adults to go somewhere else and leave these two to do their own thing." "Well, we were thinking of going to an aquarium tomorrow, and we were wondering if Amber would like to join us?" My mum looks to me in question and I turn to face Jake's mum. "I would love too, Mrs. Fletcher." "Wonderful!" She leans in closer to me, "Don't tell Jake though, we'll keep it as a little surprise." She pulls back, smiling, and winks at me before walking back to her family. I spend the rest of the night with my family and we're back in the apartment playing cards when there's a knock on the door. My dad stands to answer it and I try to listen in as I continue to focus on the cards. My dad pokes his head around the corner. "Amber, it's Jake." I place my cards face down on the table and point at my nana. "No peeking." She holds up her hands innocently and I narrow my eyes at her as I walk towards the door. Jake's stood in the doorway in the same clothes from today and I suddenly feel underdressed in my vest and pyjama shorts. I step through and close the door behind me. "What's up?" I ask. He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. "I won't be at the pool tomorrow." I'm about to tell him I know, but catch myself at the last minute. "How come?" "My family's decided to take us to an aquarium. I tried to get out of it but my mum was having none of it." "Why would you try and get out of it?" His hand reaches forwards to find mine, "I wanted to spend the day with you." His thumb rubs circles on the back of my hand as I shrug. "Don't worry about it. Have fun with your family. You can't spend every second of your holiday with me." He sighs, "I know, but I want to." I smirk, "We don't always get what we want." He laughs slightly. "I don't know, so far I've done a pretty good job." I smack him lightly on the chest. "Anyway, maybe I'll see you tomorrow night?" He nods. "Yeah, definitely." "Night, then." He leans forwards slightly. "Night, babe." 3 I pull back, cringing. "No. No 'babe'. I literally just threw up in my mouth. I almost just keeled over from the cringe." "Really? No babe? Sweet? Honey? My love? Sweet cheeks? Baby cakes?" "No, God no. Stop." I shake my head. "They were all awful never say any of them again." I laugh. "Noted. See you tomorrow." He leans in again but I pull away. "Nope. You lost all goodnight kiss privileges as soon as the word babe left your mouth." "Aw, come on, you can't leave me hanging like that." I turn my back on him, ready to walk back into my room. "Watch me." I reach for the handle but Jake catches my hand, spinning me around. He kisses me, long and slow, before pulling away, smiling. 6 He begins to walk away backwards, still facing me. "Remember what I said Bloom, I'm good at getting what I want." He winks before turning to leave. 1 I stay where I am, smiling, as I watch him walk away. --------------------------------

It's the next morning when I say a quick goodbye to my family and make my way to Jake's apartment, wearing black denim shorts and a vest, large beach bag over my shoulder. I knock on the door, standing awkwardly as I wait for the door to open. Mrs. Fletcher opens the door and ushers me in with a quick "Good morning." "He's still asleep I think but you can go and wake him up, make sure he gets dressed." She gives me a hug and points at a door further into the apartment. I open it slowly and slip inside. Jake's lay asleep on the bed, covers thrown to the side, only wearing a pair of Spiderman boxers. He's on his side with one arm under the pillow and I smile at his ruffled hair. 1 One of the pillows is on the floor near my feet and I pick it up, throwing it so it hits him right in the face. He rolls over slightly, putting his face further into the pillow. "Go away Maddy." He says, voice muffled by the pillow. I smile, "Not Maddy." His eyes open instantly and he fumbles for the covers, pulling them over his boxers. "Amber? What are you doing here?" "I would have thought you were more of a Batman fan." I say, ignoring his question. He smiles. "Oh don't worry, I've got a Batman pair too. I might even let you see them sometime." 2 "If you don't look like Christian Bale in them, I don't want to know." "If your standards are as high as Christian Bale, I might as well quit now." I shrug, "I might be able to make exceptions." 1 He laughs then shakes his head. "Seriously though, why are you here?" "I heard you were going to an aquarium." He smirks, "Oh yeah? Who told you that?" "Some weirdo who pushed me into a pool a couple times." I reply and he smiles, shaking his head slightly. "Anyway," I continue, "you need to get dressed." 1 He sighs, beginning to get out of bed and I take that as my cue to leave. I close the door softly behind me and walk into the living room, waiting for Jake with his family. + The conversation flows until Jake leaves his room and we all head towards the door, ready to go. We're already half way out of the apartment when Jake stops, "Oh hang on, I forgot something." He heads back into his room, only to emerge once more a couple of seconds later. The Fletcher's have borrowed our rental car for the day and me and Jake once again climb into the back two seats. This time however, I manage to do my own seatbelt without incident. It only takes an hour to reach the aquarium and once inside, Maddy drags us straight towards the turtles. We stand and watch as the turtles swim past us and Jake puts Maddy on his shoulders so she can get a better look. 2 Mr and Mrs. Fletcher sit in a café whilst me, Jake and Maddy continue to look around. The three us have to practically run through the shark area because Maddy was too scared, but once we reach the general sea life, she's instantly mesmerised by all the different fish. We stand in front of the glass for ages, pointing at all the different things we see and Jake reads out the placards for each species of fish to his sister. After returning to the café where Mr and Mrs. Fletcher are sat to eat some lunch, Jake and me go off on our own. We pass a sign for a 'Shark Vision Boat' and Jake stops, looking at me with a smile on his face. I shake my head. "No, no way." "Aw, come on Bloom." "No! Looking at sharks from behind an insanely thick piece of glass, I can handle. Being stuck on a glass bottom boat in the middle of a shark tank? No way." He pouts and gives me his best set of puppy dog eyes, "But it would make me happy." "And it would make me shit myself, I would rather have a mopey Jake than shitty underwear." "Bloom, we're doing it." He turns, beginning to walk towards the shark tank. "What don't you understand about no?" I say, stomping after him. He turns and winks, his smirk visible even in the dim light. "All of it." ------------------------------

I sit next to Jake with my arms folded as the rectangular, glass bottomed boat rocks beneath me. Jake has the same smile that he did at Katmandu as he looks at me, excitement basically radiating from him. "This is so cool, do you know how cool this is?" "I hate you." "We're on a boat, in a tank, with 11 sharks. That's pretty awesome, right?" "I hate you." "C'mon, this is amazing!" "I still hate you." He sighs, turning more towards me. "What are you scared of?" "Oh, I don't know Jake, maybe it's the fact we're in a tank with 11 freaking sharks and I don't fancy getting eaten by one." "They won't eat you. I can promise you that." "Why would I trust you?" "Because I would never risk you getting hurt." He places his hand on my knee and I take a deep breath in an attempt to slow down my racing heart. Whether that's from the sharks or Jake's hand, I don't know. 2 Jake notices the slight shaking of my hands and covers them with his own. "Trust me, you'll be fine." I nod slightly, taking another deep breath. Everyone's eyes are glued to the bottom of the boat as they look out for sharks and it's not long before I feel Jake nudge me slightly. "Look." He whispers, pointing below us. All I can do is watch as a shark swims right below us. I press closer to Jake, my heart beat increasing immediately and he places his arm around me, pulling me into his side. "I'm sorry, if I would have known it would freak you out this much I wouldn't have even suggested it." "It's fine, I'm just being stupid." "No you're not." He pauses for a moment. "You have to admit it's at least a little bit cool." I smile and punch him in the arm. "Fine. It's a little bit cool." Jake smiles and leans in, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "Good, because this is like, my dream come true and for it to be perfect I need you to be happy too." "You're such a dork." I say, rolling my eyes. "But you love me." "But I like you." "Aw, you like me?" "Shut up." "I like you too, Amber Bloom." He says, his lazy smile driving the butterflies in my stomach mad. I blush and lean my head on his shoulder. "Stop looking so smug." He just laughs and turns his attention to the bottom of the boat just in time to see another shark swim past. A little boy sat with his parents opposite us begins to cry and I can't help but relate a little. When it's time to get off the boat, Jake steps off first, turning back to help me. I put my arm out, just expecting him to hold my hand while I step off, but when his hands come around my waist; my breath catches in my throat. + He lifts me off the boat with ease and sets me down on the floor, kissing me in the nose. "Glad you're off that boat, Bloom?" He says with a lopsided smirk. "So, so glad." I sigh. Jake laughs and grabs my hand, pulling me away from the shark tank, and back into the main aquarium. "I love aquariums." I say to Jake as we wonder through the dark halls, surrounded by glass tanks. "I've never given them much thought to be honest." He responds, looking up as a manta ray swims over us. "But now that I'm here, it is quite cool." It's just us stood in the corridor of glass, and Jake suddenly stops walking, turning to face me and reaching for both of my hands. I look at his face closely, taking in the way the water reflects on his features and how the blue tint of his skin from the light enhances his eyes. "Amber-" He stops short as if he's forgotten what he was going to say. 1 "Jake." I respond, laughing slightly. He drops one of my hands as he reaches back to scratch his neck, a nervous look plaguing his features. "Um, I don't know how to...Well I just wanted to say- I mean you and me have obviously..." He pauses and looks down at the floor, looking at it as if it will tell him what to say. 1 I've never seen him anything other than sure of himself and his sudden flustered nature startles me. "Jake?" His eyes snap to mine, his lips parted slightly until he smiles sheepishly. "Spit it out." I say, nudging him slightly with a smile. + He takes a deep breath before letting it go in a sigh. "I just really like you. A lot more than I ever thought I would. Especially in such a short amount of time." He pauses, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, "It's stupid. Like...really stupid, but I got you this." His hand reaches into his pocket and my eyes widen as he pulls out a ring. As I look closer, I realise it's the exact ring I was looking at the evening our family's went out for a meal together. "Wait, you're not proposing are you?" I say, smirking slightly. He laughs, "You wish, Bloom, don't get too ahead of yourself." He shakes his head slightly, handing me the ring. I take it from him and slip it on the ring finger of my right hand, putting my hand up to my face, I smile, "How'd I look?" "Beautiful." I'd meant the question as a bit of a joke, but the deep tone of Jake's reply sends shivers down my spine, his eyes full of an emotion I don't recognise. He takes a step closer to me, his hands moving around to clasp behind my back and I lower my hand to rest it on the back of his neck, bringing my other hand up to join it. I run my thumb over his cheek as he rests his forehead on mine. He kisses me, hesitant at first, but soon tightens his hold on my waist, drawing me closer. When I pull away, slightly breathless, I smile, meeting his eyes before turning and pulling him along behind me. After walking all around the aquarium hand in hand, Jake and me make our way back to his parents. All 5 of us head to the exit, stopping in the gift shop before we leave. Maddy immediately picks up a stuffed turtle and begs her parents to let her have it. I'm looking at some beaded bracelets when I feel a pinch on my arse. I jump with a yelp and turn around; ready to hit whoever touched me. But I find Jake stood holding a long plastic stick with a turtle head on the end. He squeezes the handle in his fist and the turtle's mouth opens before snapping shut again. "That is definitely not what they were made for." I hiss, punching his shoulder. He shrugs innocently, "What else would you use it for?" "Maybe pulling your head out of your arse." 2 He laughs and places an arm around my shoulders, kissing my head. "You're cute when you try to be mad." I shove his arm from my shoulders and glare at him, but he crosses his eyes and I crack, smiling slightly. I just push him away, "Idiot." -------------------------

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Love nwatiti, no b small kind tin. My own person @itsprince, it has bn a lng time, hw is u dey?

Nice one guy.

Am sure the ring on your right ring finger will change position soon

@LadyG u showed up....... e don tey oo

"C'mon love, rise and shine." 1 I groan and roll over, turning away from my mum. "No." "C'mon Bloom, the early bird gets the worm." My mum doesn't call me Bloom. She also doesn't have the voice of a 17 year old boy. I stiffen slightly, certain I must still be asleep. 2 Slowly, I turn to face the bedroom door to be greeted by Jake stood behind my mum. "Does he not have his own apartment? With his own family in it?" I ask my mum, exasperated. "You could at least pretend you're happy to see me." He sidesteps my mum, but looks at her before stepping any further, asking permission with his eyes. My mum smiles and nods - she'll love that he had the decency to check. 1 I close my eyes, but still feel the dip in my mattress as he sits on my bed, and hear the soft click of my door closing, signalling my mum's departure. Jake leans over and gives me a kiss on the forehead. "What are you doing here?" I mumble. 2 "Aw, c'mon Bloom. I gave you a cute, romantic kiss on the forehead and everything." "What? I'm just asking a question." I say, opening my eyes to look at him. "I didn't like your tone." He replies, folding his arms across his chest. "What tone?" He points at me, "That one." 1 I shake my head and roll over, pulling my duvet up to my neck. It's about 7 seconds before Jake's hands are at my waist tickling me. I squeal and try to squirm out of his grasp but he ends up straddling me so that I can't get away from him. "Jake! Get off!" I shout, laughing as he continues to tickle me. He eventually stops, and the reality of our closeness dawns on us both. I blush and Jake clears his throat slightly as he climbs off of me. When he reaches the door he turns, "You might want to get dressed, I'll be waiting with your parents." He says, winking before leaving me alone in my room. 1 It's not long until we're all down by the pool, both of our families on neighbouring sunbeds. I tie my hair back, ready to do some lengths of the pool. I feel Jake come up behind me, his stomach pressed up against my back. "Going in the pool?" He asks, arms coming around my waist. 1 "Yep. Going to swim a few laps." He starts to trail kisses down my neck and I smack him. "Jake." I hiss, "Our families are here." 1 "And?" I just shake my head, stepping forward out of his arms and jumping into the pool. Before I come up to the surface I feel Jake jump in next to me. I ignore him, simply beginning to swim my laps. I feel a hand wrap around my ankle and immediately turn around, hitting Jake in the arm. "Oh my God, you're so annoying." He just laughs, and pulls me closer. I bring my arms up around his neck and he leans down to kiss the tip of my nose, making me smile. "You love it though." "Do I? Do I really?" He smiles, his gaze falling to my lips. "If I kiss you will you push me away and tell me that our family is watching?" 2 "Yes." He shrugs, "Worth it." He kisses me, using his hold on my waist to pull me closer. I leave it a couple of seconds before placing my hands on his chest and pushing him away. "Jake! Our families are watching." I say, laughing. 2 He laughs and lifts his feet off the bottom of the pool, leaving his head to bob just above the water. I look down at him, and brush the wet hair away from his eyes. Music begins playing loudly and I jump slightly, looking around in an attempt to see where it's coming from. One of the hotel staff walks up to the side of the pool holding a microphone wearing a white polo shirt and navy shorts. "Water aerobics! In the pool everyone for some water aerobics!" He has a thick Spanish accent and takes his shirt off, swinging around his finger before throwing it on a nearby sunbed. Placing the microphone down he begins to dance and clap along to the music. A few women move towards the side of the pool and one of them drags her husband with her as he objects. Even my nana and grandad get in the pool, waving to me. Jake looks at me, signature smile on his face. "No." His smile transforms to a pout and he grabs both of my hands, "C'mon Bloom, have some fun with me." He wiggles his eyebrows and I laugh, shaking my head. 3 "No way. Absolutely not." When the first song starts I stand next to Jake as he copies the movements of the guy stood on the edge of the pool. I consider getting out of the pool, but then I watch him, and he looks over to smile at me, and I can't believe I even considered it. 1 "Last song people, I want all of your effort!" The instructor presses play on the next song and YMCA comes through the speakers. Jake looks at me, eyes and mouth wide open. "Bloom. You must." I shake my head once again. "No." He shakes his own head in disappointment, and moves to stand behind me. "Jake, what are you-" He puts his hands around my wrists and lifts my arms in the air. "Jake! No!" I shout, laughing. He moves my arms to copy the instructor and I simply stand there as Jake laughs behind me. "C'mon Bloom, the man said he wants effort." Halfway through the song, Jake lets go of my arms, but I don't put them down. I continue doing the YMCA and Jake moves next to me. He sees that I'm still doing it and smiles, joining in. "I knew you'd cave eventually, Bloom." "Shut up." I say, kicking him under the water. 3 --------------------------

"You are beautiful like a beautiful piece of pizza." 1 I turn to look at Jake as he lifts up his pizza slice. "Did you just quote Shaggy from Scooby Doo?" I ask. + "The fact you knew that was a Scooby Doo quote makes my mind go to dangerous places." I blush at his implication and he smiles, leaning over from his seat next to me to give me a kiss and I push him away laughing. "You're such a dork." "What's your favourite number?" "Oh my God, you are so random." "You love it and you know it." I roll my eyes, "462." His face scrunches in confusion, "Your favourite number is 462?" "Yeah." I answer with a shrug. "You're not kidding?" "No!" I shout hitting him on the arm. "Stop judging my answer." "I'm not judging, I'm just surprised." "What's your favourite number, then?" "I like 5." I pull a face. "An odd number?" "What's wrong with odd numbers?" "Nothing's wrong with them, they're just...odd." 1 He smiles and pops another fry in his mouth. "That's the point. Oh, did you know all odd numbers have the letter 'e' in them? Anyway, Aren't you going to ask me why I like 5?" 2 I sigh, "Why do you like 5." He shrugs, "Dunno, just do." I stare at him blankly and he laughs. We finish our food an hour later and I stand, "I'm just going the toilet, I'll meet you back at the pool?" He nods, smiling, "Sounds good." I walk slowly to the toilets, desperately trying not to slip on the wet tiles and I manage to make it without incident. Before leaving I check myself in the mirror and retie my ponytail. I make it halfway to our sunbeds when I slip on a wet tile near to the pool. I shut my eyes and brace for hitting the hard floor, but it never comes. Someone's arms are around me and I open my eyes slowly. "Are you ok?" I nod at the stranger in front of me. "Uh, yeah. Thanks for, um, catching me." I laugh awkwardly and the boy in front of me smiles. He's about my age with blonde hair and brown eyes and he currently has no shirt on. I avert my eyes to anywhere but his chest, instead focusing on his wide smile. 2 "No problem." He pulls me up straight and I stumble slightly. "I'm Dan." "Amber." "Nice to meet you Amber." Dan's eyes flick to something behind me and his smile falters slightly. I jump as two arms snake around my waist. I turn to see Jake and he kisses me on the cheek, his grip tightening on my waist slightly as he looks at Dan, eyes narrowed. "Who's this?" He asks. 2 "Um, this is Dan. I slipped and he caught me." I reply as means of explanation. Jake's hand moves to come around my shoulder as he leans forwards from behind me to shake Dan's hand. "Well, thanks for helping out my girlfriend, Dan, she can be really clumsy sometimes." He and Dan give equally forced laughs. 4 Girlfriend?? 1 Dan gives a low whistle. "If I had a girlfriend that looked like that," he nods in my direction, flashing a smile, "I wouldn't let her out of my sight." He finishes, sending a wink my way. 2 Jake gives Dan a tight smile, "Well, it definitely won't happen again. Nice talking to you, Dan." I could tell it wasn't sincere, and from his expression, I had a feeling Dan could tell as well. Dan backs away, arms raised in surrender. "See you around." He says in my direction, before turning and walking in the opposite direction. I pivot to face Jake, "What was that?" He refuses to meet my gaze, instead choosing to squint into the distance. "What was what?" 1 "Well, first of all, you were really rude to someone who had actually helped me." Jake scoffs and I raise an eyebrow. "Oh, come on, that guy was basically undressing you with his eyes." "I'm not dense Jake, I noticed, but you didn't have to be a dick." "He's the dick. Cocky shit." "Why is he bothering you so much?" Jake looks down at the floor, shrugging. I smirk slightly, "Jake Fletcher, were you...jealous?" 1 "What? No." 1 "Oh my God! You were jealous." I say pointing at him with a smile. He grabs my finger, pushing my hand back down to my side. "You wish, Bloom." We stand in silence for a moment, but then I smile slightly and nudge his foot with my own. "Girlfriend, huh?" 2 "Shut up." -------------------

"Oh, Amber, we invited Jake to Palma with us today." I look up from my toast. "Why?" "You never make a friend on holiday, this is a rare occurrence. I still can't believe it, personally." + "Thanks, Dad." I say, rolling my eyes. He smiles at me, "You're very welcome." *~* As soon as I step out of the car at Palma, I look to the marina. I'm greeted by rows upon rows of luxury yachts. "Bloom, that yacht has a helicopter on it. A fucking helicopter." I look to where he's pointing and my eyes widen in shock, "I want to be rich." "Join the queue." Jake laughs from beside me. "So, what's first?" "I've always wanted to tour the Cathedral, so we could start there? There's usually market stalls near it as well so we can look at those." Jake nods and grabs my hand, "Lead the way." We walk in the direction of the Cathedral, its spire visible over the other buildings that surround us. We walk beside the fountains and I get Jake to take my picture. He also asks someone else to take a picture of both of us with the cathedral in the background and sighs in relief when the person doesn't run off with his phone. After queuing in the sun and paying €7, we finally get into the cathedral. It was completely worth it. "Oh my God." Jake says receiving a glare from a woman standing close by and I giggle slightly. "What? Why did that lady try to set me on fire with her eyes?" "You're not religious, are you?" "No..." "The 3rd commandment, 'Thou shalt not take God's name in vain'." "So...what does that mean." "Some people interpret it as you're not supposed to say 'God' unless it's in prayer." "But other people don't?" He asks. "Some people aren't so literal, they see it as you just aren't supposed to use God's name if you're blaming him for something, or just using it negatively in general." He nods slowly, "Got it. So, I'm guessing you're religious?" I nod, smiling. "But that's not the only reason I like Cathedrals." I shrug, "I just appreciate good architecture." We walk around the cathedral marvelling at everything, and just before we leave I place €2 in the donation box and light a candle. When we exit, I squint as the sun hits my eyes and we walk down the steps towards the market. We stroll through, hand in hand, until Jake spots a caricaturist and insists on having his picture drawn. I stand behind the artist whilst Jake sits on a little stool in front of me. I giggle as the guy draws Jake a massive head. "What you laughing at?" Jake asks with a goofy smile. "Nothing." He narrows his eyes at me and I just smile back innocently. The man stops and turns to me. "You in with him?" He says with slightly broken English. I look towards Jake for an answer. "Yes! Amber be in it with me." "Where will I sit?" The man begins to get a stool from beside him but Jake waves him off. "You can sit on my knee." I begin to shake my head but Jake had already stood to drag me over. He pulls me on his lap and I wrap my arms around his shoulders. "So Amber, tell me, what do you want for Christmas?" "You haven't got the facial hair to be Father Christmas." "Are you teasing my inability to grow facial hair?" He strokes his chin in mock offence. "Yes." He just shakes his head and looks back to the man currently drawing us, a bright smile gracing his features. ~*~ Caricature in hand, Jake drags me down a street filled with shops and begins to head towards Louis Vuitton. "Jake, what are you doing?" "Doing some shopping." He says with a shrug of his shoulders, his back towards me as he strolls casually to the designer store. "There is no way you brought enough money with you to buy anything in that shop." "Who says I'm buying anything?" He says, turning to throw me a wink over his shoulder. As we near the shop, a man in a suit opens the door for us and as soon as I step inside, I instantly feel out of place. Almost as if it was written across their foreheads, I could sense that everyone else in this shop had just gotten off of their yachts. Everything was branded, head to toe, the men in their white collared shirts, the women in their navy and white striped shirts and white shorts. + I inch closer to Jake. "We don't belong." I whisper. He places an arm around my shoulder, "We belong anywhere we want to." 2 He walks further into the shop, picking up pairs of shoes and trying on sunglasses, as I stand by and watch, too scared to even breathe on anything. A worker in a suit walks up to us, eyeing us up and down, clearly doubting our ability to afford anything in here and to be fair, he's completely right. "Can I help you sir?" "Can I try a pair of these in a size 10?" Jake asks. The man raises an eyebrow but nevertheless says, "Of course, sir. I'll be right back." I hit Jake on the arm as he watches the man with a smug expression on his face. "What are you doing?" I hiss. "Trying on a pair of shoes." He replies with a nonchalant shrug. "A what? £300 pair of shoes?" "More like £560, but whatever." I hit him again but he just laughs, turning from me just in time to face the man as he returns, shoe box in hand. Jake takes the box from him with a thank you and sits on a nearby stool to try them on. One he has both trainers on, he stands and walks in a small circle. "Hey Amber, can you take a picture of me in them?" He asks, handing me his phone. "Just need to make sure they look good on camera, mate." He says to the man. I reluctantly step back and take the picture, handing Jake back the phone when I'm done. "Now you see, they just don't look right." He places his phone back in his pocket and takes the shoes off and putting them back in the box, handing it to the man. "Thanks for your help though." He says before grabbing my hand and leaving the shop. 1 I just shake my head. "You are ridiculous." -----------------------

LadyG wrote:

Love nwatiti, no b small kind tin. My own person @itsprince, it has bn a lng time, hw is u dey?

@ladyg my personal person. I dey o. How things na?

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Ehnn...just like that? you just went there to snap with d shoes.. You are a great guy jake

@kelly kevin no b small tey o, i dey bros, noting does me, hw area naa?

Okay

Ride on

"I spy-" "Nooo, I always win and you always get bitter about it." I interrupt, laughing slightly. "I'm never bitter." I simply level him with a stare. "Ok so maybe I get a little bitter." Jake admits but goes on to just shake his head, changing the subject. "Do you want me to send you the pictures from today?" "Oh, yes please. Do you want my number?" I ask, reaching for my phone. "Yep, give 'em to me." I read out my number, and Jake annoyingly repeats each number after me as he types them in. "Got it." He sends me a quick text just to check, and my phone lights up with the notification. He sends me the pictures of our day in Palma and I spend the next couple of minutes going through them and laughing as I revisit the moment captured within them. + I hadn't really seen Jake on his phone the whole time I've known him, but when his phone flashes with a text next to me, he picks it up fast. I watch his eyes quickly scan the message before he frowns, putting his phone away. I know it's none of my business, but I can't help wishing I knew what it had said. 5 *~* We get back to the hotel and my parents leave Jake and me with some time together. "So, what do you want to do?" I ask him. "I have an idea." He says, a smirk slowly coming to rest on his face. He places his hand in mine and starts to lead me towards the small shingle beach. Although it was only a few days ago since we were last there, it feels like ages since I'd last stepped foot on the smooth pebbles. Jake leads me past the beach and up to the rocks we used to jump into the sea. "I'm not jumping in if that's what you're thinking, I haven't got my swimsuit on." I say. "Who said anything about jumping in, Bloom?" He replies, lowering himself into a sitting position on the rock, legs out on front of him as he leans back on his hands. I take a seat next to him and we sit there, not saying anything, just listening to the waves as they lap on the stones. We sit in silence for a while and I shift as my back starts to ache. "Here." Jake lowering himself onto his back, one arm behind his head, the other stretched out beside him. I lower myself down next to him, resting my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest, his arm coming up to wrap itself around my shoulders. 5 I gently rub circles on his chest as it rises and falls, his hand slowly tracing random patterns up and down my arm. "Have I finally earned the right to know your favourite colour?" Jake asks, breaking the silence once again. "What?" I ask, looking up at him, confused. "That day I took you to the arcade. You'd just beaten me at air hockey and we sat down, and I asked you what your favourite colour was. You told me it was information I had to earn." The memory comes back to me easily, Jake had just found out that I was, in actual fact, not French and had pushed me into the pool. "Amber." I say. "Yes, well done, that is your name." Jake says, slightly confused. "No," I say, laughing, and hitting him on the chest, "my favourite colour. My favourite colour is amber." He doesn't make a joke like I expected him to; in fact, he doesn't say anything at all. He just meets my eyes, and kisses me. 1 He kisses me, and kisses me, and kisses me. Grabbing me by the waist and shifting so that he's hovering above me, my back pressed against the rock. My hands find their way into his hair and I curl the soft strands around my fingers, holding him closer as the waves on the rocks continue to be the only sound. I feel him smile against my lips, and I can't possibly stop myself from smiling too. 1 Because I'm happy. Jake makes me happy. He makes me laugh, and he makes me smile, and he makes me feel so content to just be me. And as we lie here, on this rock, I know I'll remember this feeling for the rest of my life.

"Some people just can't sing." I say to Jake, shaking my head as another drunk hotel guest steps up for the karaoke. It's 8 o'clock in the evening and both our families are sat around a table, empty pint glasses littering the surface. My family can drink for a while before the alcohol starts to take any effect, I can't say the same for Jake's family. + Jake's mum and dad stumble up to the stage and request 'Summer Nights' from Grease, I see Jake grimace and hide his face in Maddy's hair as she sits on his knee, cheering her parents on. My family try to contain their laughter, but when the duet starts and Jake's parent are, to put it kindly, not quite blessed in the vocal department, they begin to giggle, still cheering. "They do this every time." Jake mutters into Maddy's hair. 3 "It could be worse." I say with a shrug of my shoulders. "It could?" I think for a moment, "Yeah, no, you're right this is pretty bad." I say, laughing. Once the song ends, one of the hotel staff walks on stage. "We're going to take a short break from karaoke now, but don't worry, it'll be back, we just want to put two last songs on for the kids so you can get them to bed." He smiles before handing the mic to another hotel entertainer as he calls all kids to the dance floor. Jake lifts Maddy off of his knee and stands her up. "Right, off you go Mads." "Come with me." She says, grabbing his hand and attempting to pull him up from his chair. He sighs, a pained expression on his face. "Fine." He stands slowly, unable to say no to his sister, "But only if Amber comes too." 1 Maddy turns her adorable face to me, eyes wide in question. I don't say anything; I just stand. All three of us make our way to the dance floor, Jake and I standing out among the crowd of 3-7 year olds. 'Baby Shark' plays over the speakers, two hotel staff stepping up to the stage and showing the kids the actions. I don't even need to look at them; I know every last move. 6 I look to my right, and by the looks of it, so does Jake. "What's your excuse for knowing the actions, Bloom? I have a little sister." He smirks as he notices my hands moving in perfect time to the music. "I am a woman of many talents, Jake." "Don't I know it." He replies, giving me a lopsided smile. 1 Baby Shark ends and the familiar tune of the Cha Cha Slide comes on. I look to Jake, eyes wide with a broad smile. "Oh my God." "What a banger. Reckon you still know the moves, Bloom?" "The song literally tells you what to do, how could I forget?" The three of us hold hands, Maddy in the middle and me and Jake either side, as we slide from right to left, following every move as it comes. We dance the whole thing through, then return to our table. Jake's mum and dad stand, unsteady at first, but they soon regain balance. "Right, we best put this little one to bed, and I think it's probably time for us to call it a night as well. You've got the spare key haven't you, love?" Jake's mum says, hand stroking through Maddy's hair affectionately. "Yeah I've got it." Jake confirms, patting his pocket. "We'll join you, it's probably time for us to go as well. Here you go, Amb, don't stay up too late." My mum says, standing and handing me the spare key. "I won't." I promise, smiling, taking the key and tucking it in the pocket of my shorts. Me and Jake sit at the table and watch our families leave. Jake reaches over and grabs my hand with his, rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand as the karaoke starts up again. I lay my head on his shoulder, content. 1 STORY CONTINUES BELOW A few songs in, Jake stands abruptly. "What are you doing?" I ask. He simply smiles at me before turning and making his way towards the stage. He leans over and says something to the guy behind the laptop before picking up two microphones and making his way to the stage. He holds one mic up to his mouth and points the other one at me, looking me dead in the eye. "This song is dedicated to Amber, who I hope will join me so I don't look like an idiot singing a duet all by myself." 1 I shake my head, "No way." I mouth at him, put he simply continues to smile. "Amber, Amber, Amber." He chants my name until other people sat around the stage begin to join in. About 50 strangers all chanting my name, louder and louder until I give in. 2 "Fine." I say standing and walking up to the stage. I hate getting up in front of people. In fact, this is pretty much my worst nightmare. Yet, Jake has gotten me up here, mic in hand. He gives me a kiss on the forehead before nodding to the guy at the laptop. I squeeze the mic tighter; I don't even know what song we're singing. Why did I stand up? 1 The song begins to play, and I instantly recognise it, my muscles relaxing. 'Don't Go Breaking My Heart' plays over the speakers and I smile, it's one of my favourite songs. Jake sings the first line and I flash back to the time in the car, singing 'Sweet Caroline' with him and my family. He's awful, but it makes me sound even better, so I can't complain. We sing separately, we sing together, the audience even claps along as Jake preforms, putting everything into it. I almost miss some of my lines from laughing at him, but we make it through the song without incident and he instantly engulfs me in a hug. "You're good, Bloom. Almost as good as me." 1 I just push him away laughing, stepping off the stage and returning to the table. Jake stays stood on the stage however and I look at him in confusion. "If you guys don't mind, I just want to sing one more for my girl." The other hotel guests give a cheer and Jake says a quick thank you before walking over to the laptop once more. This time, 'Just The Way You Are' by Bruno Mars starts to play and I roll my eyes at him, smiling. He just winks back and starts to sing. 5 He looks at me the whole way through the song, and no matter how badly he sings, it still manages to make me tear up. He gets a huge applause and I laugh as he comes jogging over, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. "You liked it?" He asks. "I loved it. Thank you." "Anytime. You want something to drink?" "I'll just have a water, please." "Coming right up." He takes his wallet and his phone out of his pocket and lays his phone down on the table. "Be right back." He walks away and I sit grinning like a lunatic, butterflies wreaking havoc in my stomach as I replay Jake's karaoke. I watch as he steps up to order our drinks, flashing a quick smile my way before turning his full attention to the bartender. His phone flashes with a notification and my eyes are instantly drawn to it. Everything in me tells me not to read it, but with it sat on the table so close to me, I can't help it. Sophie: How's your holiday, baby? ?I miss you SO much, as soon as you get back you'll have to come round mine so we can catch up. I'll have the house to myself...? 16 I read the text again and again, my brow furrowed in confusion. That's not a text from a friend. Friends don't send texts like that. Girlfriends send texts like that. "There you go." Jake places my drink on the table in front of me, startling me slightly. He sees my face, and his smile dims slightly. "You ok? What's wrong?" I silently hand him his phone, and he takes it from me, confused. I watch as he reads the message, and see the exact moment it clicks, his smile falling completely, his eyes coming up to meet mine. I simply stand, intending on getting as far away from Jake as I can before I burst into tears. Surely he wouldn't do that. To Sophie. To me. But Jake stands as well, blocking my path. + "Amber, please." He says, reaching for my arm. "Please what, Jake? "Please just listen to me, let me explain." "What is there to explain? Friend's don't send each other text messages like that." "I know, but-" I turn, cutting him off, ready to storm back to my hotel room. "Amber, please, I can't-" "You can't what?" I say stopping and turning to face him. "I can't lose you like this." "Well what do you want me to do, Jake?" I bring my arms up, only to let them fall back down to my side, my voice cracking as I say his name. + He opens his mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. I walk away.

I spend the next day avoiding Jake as best I can. I fill my family in as soon as I wake up, my mum hugging me as I cry. The worst thing about the whole situation is that it's impossible to get away from. 1 Jake comes to my apartment door, knocking until my mum asks him to leave, saying I don't want to talk to him. In truth, I miss him. Already, I miss laughing with him; I miss his easy smile and the way he made me feel. But I can't bear to look at him. All this time he'd had a girlfriend back home. Every kiss, every hug, every interaction we ever had was laced with lies. Every memory I had of him and me together was now corrupted with doubt. Did he ever really like me? Or was I just some entertainment for the summer? I can't sit on the balcony to read, because he's out there, calling my name. I simply stand and walk back inside, sliding the door shut behind me. I'm trapped in this apartment. My family didn't want to leave me on my own, but I insisted that I wouldn't ruin their holiday over a boy, so they've gone to the beach. I'm dying to swim. Dying to channel all of my feelings into the smooth routine of my strokes through the water. But I don't want to face Jake. I go home tomorrow. + I get on a plane, fly home, and leave all of this behind. But I need one last swim. I refuse to let a boy ruin my holiday; to keep me holed up in a room on a glorious day and cry. So I get myself ready, and I leave the apartment. I manage to make it to the pool, and swim my laps without a single sign of Jake. The cool water calms me, clearing my head and allowing me to go back to how I was before Jake; content and collected. It's when I get out of the pool and pick up my bag that I start to regret my decision to leave my room. "Hi." I look up. "Dan? Hi." I give him a tight smile before attempting to move round him, but he side steps, blocking my path. "I don't see your lapdog, have you let him off the leash?" I tense slightly. No matter how hard I try to make myself not care, hearing Dan talk about Jake like that drives me insane. + "He was never on one to begin with." I reply, keeping my voice calm and steady. Dan shrugs, nonchalantly. "Well if he's not around..." He brings his hand up to my waist, resting it there. "Maybe we can get to know each other a bit better." "Sorry Dan, I would, but I have to get back." I lie, attempting once more to step round him. 2 His other hand comes to my waist, preventing me from moving, "Hey, where do you think you're goi-" 4 He's cut off by the connection of a fist with his jaw. "She said she had to go." I stand, stunned, as Jake stands beside me shaking out his right hand. 13 "I was wondering when you'd show up." Says Dan, rubbing the side of his jaw with his hand. "Just piss off, man." Jake tells him, his voice tired. Dan simply shakes his head, but turns and walks away nonetheless. "Are you ok? Did he hurt you or...?" Jake asks, acknowledging me for the first time. "I'm fine." I say curtly, walking past him to start making my way into the hotel. 1 "Amber, please just let me say what I need to say to you." He begs, following behind me. I wipe away the tear that escaped down my cheek. "No, Jake. There's nothing to explain." "There's so much, Amber. Please just let me talk to you." Jake replies, desperate. "Just leave me alone, Jake." "Listen, she-" "No," I interrupt, shaking my head, "don't even try to explain this." Every memory of him putting his arm around my shoulders, every memory of his hand holding mine, every kiss, every word, every laugh, everything. All of it floods back to me in an instant, almost taking my breath away. 1 "All of it was a lie. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. I'd finally met someone who I thought was genuine, someone I could laugh with. I trusted you." Tears flow freely down my face as my hands shake in anger. 5 Jake's face crumbles as if I'd slapped him, his eyes turning glassy. I can't even look at him as I shake my head readjusting my bag on my shoulder, and walking away. I'll leave tomorrow, and I'll forget Jake ever happened. Once I start back school, Jake will be a distant summer memory. 11 He has to be.

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Eyah...u wnt forget him too soon

But amber u could have at least heard him out

Eyah sorry amber

U ar making a big mistake dear, why nt listen to him.

As soon as I manage to zip up my case, my dad takes it from me and begins to wheel it down the corridor. + "C'mon love, we've got to leave the room so they can start cleaning." "Just a minute." I call back. I grab my handbag and pour my loose change into the ashtray for the maid before hurrying out the door after my dad, closing it behind me. Me and my dad squish into a lift with the cases and I reach over to press the button. "How're you feeling?" My dad asks me. "Better than yesterday, I think. Glad to be leaving." He nods, pulling into a one-armed hug and rubbing my arm with his hand. "You'll be fine. Trust your old man." The lift arrives and I begin to help my dad get some of the cases out into the reception. I look around, watching as my dad makes his way toward the rest of my family who are sat on chairs near to the main entrance. Taking a last glance out at the pool and across to the line of hedges Jake led me through in order to get to the shingle beach. My stomach twists at the memory, and I clench my fists. When my focus shifts back inside, to the people stood around, I see him. He's standing anxiously near the stairs, foot tapping as he looks across the reception. I shift slightly so I'm hidden behind a huge indoor plant, and watch him through a gap in the leaves. He looks as though he hasn't slept, his hair messy from him running his hands through it continuously. I don't want to talk to him. I can't. I'm so close to leaving this all behind. The ache in my chest is a constant reminder of what he did and how much he hurt me, but I could walk away now, and never have to face him ever again. He'll carry on with the last three days of his holiday, and I will go home. But this could be my last chance. It could be the last time I ever see him, my last chance to hear what he has to say. After that, I can fully but him behind me and move on. Surely someone who knew they were leading someone on wouldn't be this upset about losing them? He looks awful. Disheveled and stressed, worried even. His glassy eyes a sign that maybe, just maybe, he's feeling the same pain I am. Fuck it. 2 If it's the last time I'll ever see him, I might as well have the truth. I take one step out from behind the plant, intending to walk towards him, but stop as I watch him shake his head, defeatedly. He begins to turn away, taking step after step towards the stairs, rubbing his eyes on the edge of his sleeve as he goes. 7 I could stop him. Run to him, call his name, let him know I'm here, listen as he explains everything to me. But I hold myself back. It's a sign that he gave up when he did. God knows how long he's been waiting down here, and for him to give up at the exact moment he did? It can't be a coincidence. 6 So, I blink the tears from my eyes as I take in his retreating figure for one last time before turning my back on him, on this holiday, on every memory I had made with Jake, and return to my family.

I look at myself in the full length mirror that hangs on the back of my bedroom door, my new tan looking even darker against my white school shirt. I can't wait to get back in school, just as something to take my mind off of Jake. It's been over a week since I got back and no amount of British rain can wash away my memories of him. I take a deep breath and straighten my tie, smiling at my reflection. It's a new school year, I'm going to see my friends, and I'm going to be ok. + My school's building is modern, lots of white, lots of windows, and lots of students. It's easy to lose yourself in the mass of teens in the corridors, but once I get to my form room and see my friends already sat in our spot at the back of the room, everything feels like routine again. I join them, and we all hug each other. They all already know everything there is to know about Jake. Every night in my hotel room I would fill them in on the details of my day, and after what happened with the text message, they were all almost just as disappointed as I was. I sit myself in my usual spot between Alex and Mary, facing Lisa who was sat opposite me. All of them smile at me and ask me how I am. 1 "I'm fine." Each of them gives me a look that says they don't believe me. "Honestly, I'm better than I was before." "Just because you're better doesn't mean you're fine." Mary says, shaking her head. "It doesn't matter either way because there's apparently a new boy joining." Alex says with a shrug. 8 "So?" Lisa questions. "Sooo we can just get Amber with him and she'll forget all about Jake." Alex finishes. "But what if he's ugly? Or weird? Or both?" Asks Mary. 2 We all just laugh and I shake my head. "No more boys." Alex smacks me on the arm. "Yes more boys! We need to get rid of Jake; otherwise you'll never get over it. We can tell you obviously really liked him." "Just because I really liked him doesn't mean I need to replace him." I say, shrugging slightly. "Denial, it's the first stage." Lisa says, shaking her head. "I'm not in denial! I just...It was good, great even, but it's over. I just need to let everything go back to how it was." "We're setting you up with the new guy." Alex says plainly, and the others nod in agreement. I just shake my head, knowing there's nothing I could say to change their minds. *~* Mary comes running up to our table at lunch, throwing herself into her spot on the bench. "Have any of you seen the new guy?" We all shake our heads, "No sign of him." Lisa replies. "Ugh, how is this possible?" Alex groans, "He has to be somewhere." Mary looks at me, "Stop looking so smug, don't think this means we've given up." I hold my hands up, "I'm just saying, maybe it's just not meant to be." 2 *~* My friends spent the whole first week back looking for the new guy to no avail. He's nowhere to be seen and I can't help but feeling a little relieved that it was probably just a rumour to begin with. "I still haven't given up, loads of new people miss the first week." I roll my eyes as I hear Alex from behind me. "Yeah, didn't Trish Cardem miss the first week before joining?" Mary adds as she joins us, Lisa by her side. "Ooo yeah, and Dean Witlow." Alex says, clicking her fingers with the memory. "Ya hear that Ambs, there's hope for you yet." Lisa says, putting her arm around my shoulders. The touch instantly reminds me of Jake and I swallow the lump in my throat, forcing a smile. 3 "Yay me." I say dryly. "I wonder what he looks like." Mary muses from beside me. Alex nods in agreement, "I wonder what his name is. I think Amber would suit a William." "A William?" I question. "Yeah, Amber and Will." "Oh my God, yes, that is so cute. If he's not a William now I'm going to be so disappointed." Lisa says, excitedly. "I guess Will is kinda cute." I say. "There you go." Lisa says, bumping my hip with her own. "We used to always talk about boys like this." Alex nods, "You've had your mopey week, now we need the old Amber back." I smile, "I'm getting there." They all encircle me in a hug and I laugh, "We're blocking the corridor." Mary laughs, "Friendship comes first." + "I love you guys." Lisa says, squeezing us all tighter. Alex pulls back, "Right soppy moment over, we're all going to be late for English." We all go our separate ways and I smile. I may have lost Jake, but I'll never lose my friends.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." Lisa chants as she speed walks over to our table, tray in hand. She sits down and we all wait in silence for her to continue. + "Well..." Alex prompts when Lisa doesn't continue. "Harry told me, that Beth told him, that Dan has seen the new guy." She finishes. "Literally could've just said Dan has seen the new guy." Alex deadpans. "But what's the fun in that?" Lisa retorts. "So he's in?" Mary asks. "Must be." Lisa responds. "Is he in lessons?" I ask. Mary shrugs, "He might just be being shown round then tomorrow he'll be in lesson." "I wonder if he'll be in any of our lessons." Lisa says. Alex puts her drink down on the table, "He better be, I want to see his face already." "If he's ugly this is going to be such an anti-climax." Mary says, pushing her food around her plate with a fork. "You guys are so shallow." I laugh, "Just because he's ugly doesn't mean he's not a nice guy." "Aww aren't you sweet." Lisa croons. I throw my screwed up ball of tin foil at her head, laughing. "Shut up." "Ugh, what if he's a man-whore." Alex ponders. "We didn't think of that." Mary says. Lisa shakes her head, "If he's a man-whore I'm going to lose all faith in humanity." We all nod in agreement. "Well, I guess we'll find out tomorrow." I shrug. "Can't wait." Alex says. ~*~ "Today's the day, hoes." Alex says, throwing open the doors to form and walking towards us. 2 "I'm so excited." Lisa says. "First period's maths, right? So how good do we think he is at maths?" Mary questions. How good the new guy is at maths depends whose class he'll be in. As a friend group we have a wide spread, so it's likely he'll be in one of ours. I'm in set 1, the top group; Alex is in 2, Mary's in 3 and Lisa's in 5. There are 6 sets so he'll have to be in 4 or 6 for us to not see him first period. 2 "He'd have to be pretty smart to get in lesson with Amber." Alex replied. "My class has the least people in it so they might just place him in there for the time being." Lisa suggests. "That's a good point actually." Mary agrees. We sit and talk about it until the first bell rings. "Well, I guess we're about to find out." I say. *~* It was 10 minutes into maths when the door opened and the head teacher walked in. Everyone craned their necks to try and get a look at the boy stood behind her, hidden behind her large frame and the doorway. She annoyingly spends what feels like forever chatting with my maths teacher before finally moving aside to introduce the new boy to her. The new boy looked like he would rather be anywhere else than here, the dark circles around his eyes made him look like he hadn't slept since the beginning of time, his hair was untouched but he had his uniform on perfectly. His dark green tie was pin straight and his matching blazer still had its new, stiff look. He stood awkwardly in the doorway, not quite knowing what to do with himself. 5 When my maths teacher introduces herself he manages to muster up a small smile and leans forward to shake her hand. I hear people whispering behind me but I can't make out what they're saying through the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. I'm sat frozen in my chair. I can still feel myself running my hands through that brown, perfectly messy hair, still feel myself looking into those now empty blue eyes, feel myself holding those hands, receiving those small smiles. 1 The new boy turns to face the class and I can't tear my eyes away from him. His head hangs low as he stares a hole into the floor. He lifts his head and scans the class, pained expression on his face. I meet his eyes and he stops, his whole demeanour changing. My breathing skips and he blinks, clearly not believing what he's seeing just as much as me. 8 I distantly hear the head teacher as she stands next to him at the front, "Class, this is Jake, I hope you'll help him settle in nicely."

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Okay naa babe ur G is there 4 u, no long thing. Thx @itzprince

The new guy iz jake.. Amber ur new guy is here..nd u beta dnt act like u dnt kw him,cos u might him to one of ur friends

He walks past me and takes an empty seat near the back of the room, I can't see him from my position on the 3rd row and I shift uncomfortably, looking over my shoulder to find him looking at me. + As soon as the bell rings I jump out of my seat, racing to leave the room. I'm right outside my art room when I hear him call my name. I turn to see him cutting through the crowds towards me before I slip into the classroom and find my seat. He opens the door to the room, "Amber?" My art teacher Miss Roth sees him at the door, "I'm sorry but who are you and why are you interrupting my lesson?" He clears his throat, "Um, Jake Fletcher, miss, I'm new." "And at your old school did students just come into random classrooms shouting?" "No, miss." "Then I don't see why you would do it here. Do you know where your next lesson is?" "Yes." "Yes..." "Yes, miss." "Then I suggest you begin to make your way there before you're late." "Please miss, I just really need to speak to Amber." He looks desperate as he pleads with her. "Well then you can speak with her at break time, off you go." She walks forward and closes the door on him. "Well," she begins, turning back to the class, "carry on with the work we started last lesson and I'll rotate. Call me over if you need anything." I get my book out of my bag and start collecting paint and brushes from around the classroom, and when I make it back to my desk, Miss Roth is stood flicking through my book. "This is beautiful work, Amber." "Thanks, Miss." She sighs, closing the book. "So, are you alright? You look a little shaken after the encounter with Mr Fletcher." I give her a tight smile, "I'm fine." She nods. "Good." She says, walking away and I take a deep breath. I walk out of class an hour later with the intent of finding my friends as soon as possible. *~* "Guys," I plant my hands firmly on the table in front of me. "Jakes here." + "I swear to God, Amber." Alex begins, obviously wanting me to have moved on by now. "If you're going to give us some speech about how you keep seeing him everywhere I'll puke." Mary lightly slapped Alex on the shoulder, unsurprised yet unapproving of her usual blunt remarks. "Ams," Lisa says, turning to me, and without even giving me a chance to explain the situation, "What Alex means is... maybe you should focus on the new boy instead?" I sigh, slumping into the chair and thumping my head into the metal table. I start to tell them the situation, but my words are muffled beyond recognition by the cold surface against my face. "Ams, babe. We can't hear you." Mary smiles. I groan louder, lifting my head from the table reluctantly. "Jake is the new guy. He's here."

"No way. What are the odds of that? How is this even possible?" Lisa questions from across the table. + "Are you sure it was him?" Mary asks. 1 "Pretty sure. He chased me to art and Miss Roth had to get rid of him." I assure them. "God, how is this happening?" I groan into the table. "Well this ruins all of our plans." Alex states from beside me. "The new boy was meant to take your mind off of Jake but it ended up just being...Jake." "Amber!" We all turn in the direction of the shout. As predicted, Jake is at the other end of the canteen, eyes trained on me. I turn back to my friends to find them all gawking at him before they shift their gaze to me. I swallow. "I don't know what to do." I say, my breathing picking up its pace. "Well you better make your mind up quick because he's coming over." Alex states from beside me. "Before I left, I was going to let him explain himself, but that was when I thought I was never going to see him again." I explain, the words coming out fast as I weigh up my options. "What do we need to do?" Mary says calmly, looking me straight in the eyes. "I-I don't know." All three of them look at each other, seeming to communicate without words. Alex nods and I watch as she walks over to Jake. Lisa grabs my arm and pulls me away from the table, Mary following us, throwing glances back towards where I see Alex blocking Jake's path. We make it out onto the corridor and walk away from the canteen until we get a safe distance from it. I rest my back again the wall and slide until my bum hits the floor, my head resting on my knees. "What do I do?" I ask, sniffing slightly as my nose starts to run. "Only you can answer that, Ams." Mary says, quietly. "Maybe you should just hear him out." Lisa shrugs. "That way you have the full story and can make a decision on that." Mary sighs, "She's got a point, Jake doesn't seem like he's going to give up. You can't spend everyday running whenever he calls your name." I nod slightly and they both sit either side of me, resting their heads on my shoulders. We sit like that for a couple of minutes until I take a deep breath. "Let's go find him."

After wiping my eyes, I walk back to the canteen, Lisa and Mary beside me. Alex and Jake are still stood in the middle talking, and I slowly make my way towards them. Jake sees me and stops mid-sentence, causing Alex to look round at me too. I simply nod at her and she understands, giving me a small smile and walking past me to Lisa and Mary. 1 "Amber I-" "Can we go somewhere more private?" I ask, cutting Jake off. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, "Um, yeah, of course." Now that I can see him up close, I notice how glassy his eyes are as they look at me, how truly messy his hair is, how dark the circles under his eyes are, all the little things that are the complete opposite of the happy, carefree Jake I met on holiday. 1 I turn and lead him away from the canteen, walking through the corridors past classroom after classroom until I stop. I look around at the walls and notice the display that I had halted by. It had a mural on it. The walls painted beautiful shades of blue and green, sea life of all different colours filling the space, each one completely unique from the rest. It must have been painted during the holidays, it definitely wasn't here last year. I take a moment to admire it, almost completely forgetting about Jake. I glance over only to find him looking at the mural with the same awe as me. He spots me looking at him and meets my eyes. "I'm so sorry, Amber." His voice cracks as he says my name and I have to look away, staring a hole into the floor. "Before I left, I saw you in the reception. Waiting for me." I say, quietly. "I wanted to explain." "Explain? How do you explain getting a text like that, from a girl you've clearly been with? How can you explain, leading me on, for 10 days when all that time you'd had a girlfriend back home, how can you exp-" "I didn't have a girlfriend!" His outburst made me jump and I look at him, his cheeks are damp and he swiped at them quickly with the sleeve of his school jumper. 1 "Sophie was my girlfriend. We'd been going out for about two months when my dad told me we had to move. His job meant that we had to move here and when I told Sophie she freaked out, we argued and she said she wasn't up for a long distance relationship and kept going on about how they never work and how she wasn't willing to try. She broke up with me. Before summer even started she ended it with me. Then once we'd moved house over the holidays she kept texting me, saying how she'd changed her mind, how she wanted to try but I told her it was too late. I'd made up my mind and moved on and I told her so should she but she never stopped texting me. Everyday she'd text me and everyday I'd tell her it's over. So no, I didn't have a girlfriend when I met you. Being with you, on that holiday, was the happiest I'd been in a long time and I meant everything I said to you. No one outside of my family has ever meant as much to me as you do, Amber. No one." 3 I let all of it sink in, processing each detail carefully. "How do I know you're not lying?" Jake laughs, defeatedly. "Look at me. Do I look like I'm lying to you? I haven't been able to function properly for about the last 3 weeks. The thought that I'd made you cry, and would never get to explain myself to you, killed me. I couldn't lie to you, Amber. Not in a million years." I looked him in the eyes and I could see it. I could see the raw emotion, the pain in his face. He wasn't lying. He'd done nothing wrong. I couldn't say anything. There were no words that I could string together to explain how sorry I was for not letting him explain earlier, for assuming about the whole thing and completely blanking him. So I step forwards, and I hug him.

One more episode to go. @itzprince

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Wow so Nice

@itzprince e neva reach to add me 4 attendance list!!

@kelly-kelvin so sorry about that. I will add you to the list now