I Can See The Stars From America [COMPLETED]

Chapter 12: Being British

Chapter 12: Being British

****Caroline's POV****

After getting fresh and catching up with dad for an hour or so, Aaron and I were all set to go! Hey, that rhymed! Well, I couldn't help it as I was so pepped up with all that happened today...It seemed like jetlag hadn't affected either of us as we headed out to the open streets of Kensington High Street.

I was in my best British outfit that included a brown leather jacket, a grey pullover and black skinny jeans. I had also worn knee length black boots and it felt so comfy! I smiled in content and clung onto my brother's arm as he whistled like all the stress that he had previously was off of his shoulders. Such a happy go lucky guy! He beamed at me and placed a quick kiss on my forehead before resuming to whistle again. My parents were walking hand in hand and the gesture made my mind go back to Kevin but I sternly warned my 'mental album' to not open its gallery. No sadness and no remorse. Was that too much to ask on my first day here?

Dad said that he was taking us to Oxenholme Lake that was not only famous for fishing but also for its picnic lawns. The place was beautiful and peaceful according to him. We took a cab as we drove off to the place. We soon reached an open spacious lawn that had a canopy of trees surrounding it and the view...beautiful appeared to be an understatement!

It was such a breathtaking view that I let out a sigh of contentment. The joy I felt was so new to me! Yards and yards of dandelions sprung from the evergreen ground and the sparkling crystal clear water looked so fresh and heavenly. As we walked towards the lake, there were other tourists as well who were lining up near certain boats and the kids were playing around. This place was a complete stress buster! I glanced at my dad gratefully and he caught my eye. He mouthed an "I know I'm the best" and I laughed at his playful cockiness. Oh, how much I had missed him!

Dad said that he would keep the touring for tomorrow because there was so much to see. True that. We hurried our way towards the boats as there were very few left and the visiting hours were not for long. Plus these guys didn't entertain large crowds.

Choosing a red colour boat, we set off fishing. Dad began playing the radio and it belched out the golden olden hits. Most of them were famous, like the ones by Elton John. We sang along to the song and that was when Old McDonald began.

"Who in the world sings that anymore?!" Aaron sniggered.

"Oh, c'mon! Don't be such a killjoy! Sing along, Aar!" I urged, teasingly.

Rolling his eyes, he continued, "and the cow goes moo..."

"And the frog goes croak..."

"Eeya eeya ooo!" Mom and dad cooed as mom distributed sandwiches.

After almost half an hour of talking and singing, none of us couldn't catch any fish! How awesome was that?! Dad and mom were trying at the farthest end and Aaron and I at the other. None of us wanted to go home empty handed!

"C'mon, fishy!! Fishy fishy...where art thou?!" I whined as I rolled the string further into the water. After 10 minutes of patiently waiting which included plenty of whines and curses, I finally gave up. "Fishing sucks." I spat. Aaron chuckled beside me and took the rod away from me. I narrowed my eyes at him. "What? It's not your cup of coffee." He said innocently.

I huffed and stuck out my tongue at him. "Real mature, Carol. Real mature." He chided. "Stop talking like a 60 year old!" I stated. "Calm your horses and look outside. Stop focusing on the damn fish and enjoy mother nature. You hardly get to see stuff like this!" He added.

For once, he was right. The view was too mesmerising to avoid. I watched the farthest hill as the sun kept setting slowly. We were here for a pretty long time by now.