The Summer Holiday

Chapter 1

We finally pulled up to the camping ground. It had been a five hour car ride of torture. My stupid little sister, Ashlee, wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone and Mum wouldn’t stop talking to me about what subjects I was doing in school next year. Thank god I had my iPod, but I still had to pretend to be listening to Mum, nodding my head occasionally and making an “uh huh” noise every now and again. Mum got out of our car and went to get our site number from the camp office. As I was impatiently waiting the most gorgeous boy I have ever seen walked past our truck. He was medium height, tanned and had dark brown hair that was short around the sides and long on the top. His blue eyes sparkled with what looked like mischief. He had his top off (now THAT’S what I call a six pack). His hair was wet and he had a towel around his neck. I guess he’s just been swimming. I thought to myself. Before he was lost from sight Mum came out, hopped into the drivers seat and drove us to our camp site.

“Where are Dad and Liam?” I asked impatiently. They had the caravan behind their truck whereas we had the jet boat. The caravan had my tent and everything else in it.

“They’ll be here soon Sophie, have a bit of patience.” Mum had her ‘I’m serious’ face on, so I thought I’d better not push it.

“Fine. Do we have any food or drink?” I asked.

“Yeah, they’re in the chilly bin in the boot. Just be careful that when you open the boot, you don’t hit the boat, okay?” Mum answered.

“Yes Mum.”

“Ashlee and I are going to go for a walk, text me when the boys get here. I’ve already text your father the site number.”

“Okay.” I ambled to the boot and opened it. I let the boot door go and it gently hit the boat and got stuck. I was struggling to get the door unstuck when I heard an unfamiliar British voice behind me.

“Ya right there mate?” I turned to look at him. It was that gorgeous boy I had seen whilst waiting in the car. Up close I could see that his face was so perfect that it was almost as if it was airbrushed by the gods.

“No, I’m fine thanks. I can do it.”

He smirked, “If you’re sure. It looks like you’re having a bit of trouble there.”

Although I was, I refused to accept help, even if he was bloody beautiful. I could do this…. Maybe. Then an idea struck me like lightning, I’ll just shut the boot and climb over the seats in the car. Now all I need is to somehow get the door somewhat, unstuck. I used my foot as leverage and shoved it with all my might. BOOM! It slammed shut with a loud noise and the suddenness of it shutting it caused me to stumble, and then trip over. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the impact that never came. I slowly opened my eyes, “Am I dead?”

McHottie (his name until he tells me what it actually is) chuckled quietly then smirked at me. “Why?” He asked cheekily, “Am I so amazing that I am heaven to you?”

I snorted (lady-like, I know) and rolled my eyes, “In your dreams pretty boy.”

“You know it,” McHottie winked at me. I then realised he still had his perfectly sculpted arms wrapped around my waist… And he didn’t have a top on!

“Eh hem,” I cleared my throat. “Could you please let me go…”

“Just call me Drew, and I’m actually quite enjoying holding a pretty girl in my arms, thank you.” That made me blush, I wasn’t pretty. He began to smirk as he saw me blush.

“Just, please let me go.” I said exasperatedly.

“If you say so,” he said and then all of a sudden, I was on my bum, on the ground.

“Ouch!” I complained, giving Drew an evil glare. He was trying hard not to laugh at me, but couldn’t hold it in for very long and ended up laughing in a great big chortle.

“You told me to let you go, so I did. Jeez I can’t do anything right can I?” He smirked at me cheekily.

“I said ‘let go’, I didn’t say drop me on my ass!” With that I turned my back on him and his glorious abs and hopped in the car to climb over the backseat, so I could finally get my coke and an apple. As I bent over the backseat to grab my food and drink from the chilly bin, I heard Drew talking to someone outside.

“Yes Sir, I am your daughter’s boyfriend.” Drew raised his voice, so I heard that.

“WHAT?!!” I came screeching out of the car, coke in one hand apple in the other, and saw Drew talking to my Dad, who seemed to find my demeanour amusing.

“I was just telling your father how, even though we’ve just met, we are soul-mates. Destined for one another, to be together forever.” Drew’s ocean blue eyes were sparkling with laughter.

“Dad, don’t believe a word he says. We have just met but he is an annoying boy, who seems to have an ego the size of bloody Australia. I don’t think I could ever be attracted to him, let alone him be my ‘soul-mate’!” Okay so the bit about me not being attracted to him was an enormous lie, but Dad didn’t need to know that.

“Ouch, words hurt ya know, baby.” Drew put his hand to his heart and made a pained expression.

“Yeah, well so does getting dropped on your gluteus maximus.” I retorted.