Summer

22*

Heyyyy

Done no work shit

I need motivation help me i need to go to uni

Btw the dukes are going no where, these characters add drama so dw hahaha

Dedicated to mystery_cupcake_book, i know you love the Dukes so hopefully this will make you real happy! gah you are gonna love it!

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I was at the beach with the british trio and I had dragged Luke along. Unsurprisingly they all got on really well.

Luke was the kind of guy everyone liked, easy going, an open book. People liked Troy because he was good looking but only very few knew him. He wasn't exactly a social butterfly.

Shit. Whats with the comparisons.

Stop.

I couldn't surf to save my life, there was no improvement, just me falling over again and again. The brits weren't a lot better, Harry had got the hang if it and obviously Luke was a pro.

Stan and I went to the ice cream bar to take a break from being knocked down by waves.

"Five vanilla ice pops please." Stan asked the ice cream guy.

He handed them over and we sucked on our pops as we went back to the beach.

"You know you're alright Shay." Stan said.

"Gee thanks, I'm honoured." I roll my eyes.

"No seriously, your like a cool person, who actually is down to chill not go like shopping." Stan replies trying to explain himself.
"Gender sterotype." I smirk.

I grew up with the Dukes I wasn't really girly.

"Yeah okay don't go all feminist on me." Stan says.

"I am a feminist! And you my friend need to watch Emma Watson's UN speech." I point my pop at him.

"Alright alright." He raises his hand in surrender and I laugh.

They were all pretty cool guys, its weird I always get on better with guys than girls, I only trusted Nina and she hated me now.

I just had to avoid becoming one of the guys, which could sometimes be a problem when guys think it's okay to fart around you.

Gross. This incident happened with Cam and I'm scarred for life.

Harry jogged up to me and took a pop. "I can't surf dammit." He says.

"You're better than me." I shrugged.

"Have you seen Luke?" He asks incredulously.

"He's a pro dude, don't worry." I pat him on the back, Stan went to offer the rest of the vanilla pops to Will and Luke.

"I guess." He says and slumps onto the sand next to me.

"You've got sand under your eye" I brush it from him, sand in your eye is the worst.

"Thanks." He mutters, I blush not realising my actions.

"There's a party tonight.." Harry says startling me.

"A party?" I question.

"Yeah like a bonfire, wanna come?" Harry says hope in his eyes.

"I don't know.." I trail off.

"Why?" Harry questions.

"I don't drink."

"You don't have to." Harry shrugs, I thought he would mock me.