The Beach (ATL, YM@6, PTV)

So Make One Last Call Back Home 'Cause Tonight We Go It Alone

Really sorry I haven't updated any sooner guys... I'll try and write quicker next time :/

Feel free to comment and sorry for any mistakes!

So... here it is!

Title credit goes to the fantastic All Time Low who I unfortunately don't own. (song: The Beach)

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I hate everything. This was my first thought that entered my sleep deprived brain when I began haphazardly stuffing items of clothing into my suitcase. I HATE packing. Especially the last minute kind.

As I sleepily jammed random things into the already full suitcase and looked at my alarm clock sat on my desk next to my bed. I swore out loud as I saw it was 4:50 IN THE MORNING. Counting on my fingers (because that's what waking up at 4:30 does to you) realisation hit me as I worked out I only had 10 minutes left until we left the house. And I hadn't had breakfast. What a great start to the day.

When everything was finally packed and the bulging-at-the-freakin-seams suitcase was firmly closed I sighed in relief and sat on the floor in exhaustion with my back against my bed. I took one last look around my room where hundreds of faces stared back at me. I have absolutely no wall space left for all of the numerous posters featuring awesome bands that I keep collecting. It's getting that bad I cant remember the colour of the walls anymore and I've started sticking them to the ceiling...

Checking the time, I had roughly around 5 minutes left until we had to go and I was starting to wonder where the hell Max was.

Just as I got up and dragged my suitcase off bed so it hit the floor with the biggest thud ever, my best friend Max casually strolled into my bedroom door as if it was his own home and flopped face down onto my bed with some Pierce the Veil song blasting through his headphones resting around his neck.

"It's too early" he stated.

"Mornin' Max. Nice to see you too. I'm Ok thanks, how are you?" I said sarcasm dripping off my voice.

"Whatever. Hw wr yu n lk uh zmb?" He replied into the duvet. His voice was that muffled and incomprehensible, I ignored the rest of his probably stupid rant about something I don't care about.

"ASHLEY WILLIAMS ARE YOU READY YET?" My dad (and taxi man for the day) shouted rather loudly from the bottom of the stairs. Me and Max, in sync, groaned in reply and both got up. He effortlessly picked up my suitcase and carried it down the stairs as if it was nothing.

"Show off" I muttered quietly making sure Max wasn't within hearing distance. I wouldn't mind, but he is the skinniest person I know, his arms are like twigs and how he managed to carry my case was beyond me because lets just say I don't pack lightly.

Grabbing my bag, plugging one headphone in and pressing play on my iPod, I bounced excitedly down the stairs in time to Reckless by You Me At Six to find a grumpy looking dad and a smiling Max at the bottom.

"I can hear that" dad said motioning to my headphones.

"Good" I replied, taking my suitcase and rolling it towards to door leaving both of them behind.

As I opened the door I heard them both sigh and two pairs of feet followed mine.

Talk about dramatic. Men...

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Max won a pair of tickets for a freakin CRUISE in some magazine competition and kindly decided to let me tag along with him... Like a lost puppy I suppose, but I'm fine with that because hey, FREE HOLIDAY!

It was pitch black and unbelievably freezing outside (oh the perks of living in England) signalling that I should still be in bed, cosy, asleep and dreaming of having relationships with band members that I know will never happen. But no. I wasn't. Instead we were speeding on the motorway at 90 miles an hour because we were late. Let me just say here, it wasn't MY FAULT that the stupid rust-bucket of a car didn't work. No. It's my Dad's fault.

After a good few hours drive and 3 All Time Low albums later, we finally found a parking space at the dock and got out of the car. What I saw nearly blew me off my feet. There were literally HUNDREDS of people all huddled in groups some chatting away while others were staring open-mouthed at what was making it's way into the dock before us. To say the cruise ship was big was an understatement. The thing was freakin HUGE.

Me and Max hurriedly unloaded our luggage still gawking at the boat not saying a word.

Trust Dad to ruin the special movie moment.

"Right then, have a good time I'm off. Remember to call if you have a problem use protection and don't go getting too rat-arsed!"

Great. He couldn't have shouted that any louder.

"Thanks for the advice Dad really, I appreciate it. I'm sure everyone else that's going on this cruise will take your advice into consideration too!" I shouted motioning to a large group of teenagers who had stopped their conversation to stare at the source of all the noise that was me and my Dad.

He tutted and sped off. Probably going back to bed. I don't blame him to be honest. It was only 6 in the morning. And I was still freezing my non-existent balls off.

"Ugh I can't wait to get away from this country" I said to Max who just laughed in return.

"You want a cuppa?" he asked.

"I thought you'd never ask Maximus. I'm dying for one"

"Call me that one more time and I'll push you off the cruise in the middle of nowhere and you can swim home"

The queue for the cafe nearby was heaving so I told him I'd go and explore for a bit instead of waiting.

As I looked at my surroundings, I realised that most of these people about to board were teenagers. "Strange" I muttered. Something must be going on.

"One milky tea, no sugars and a straw for your highness" said Max, bowing and handing me one of the polystyrene cups he was holding that had a straw poking out of the top. He knows me too well. I took the cup and just rolled my eyes at him.

"You notice how there's hardly no adults here. It's mostly teenagers. Is there something you're not telling me?" I asked him because I hate not knowing things.

"Absolutely not! You know I wouldn't EVER keep anything from you. You're my best friend. Stop being so paranoid." That was a bit on the defensive side even for him. I've known him nearly all my life so I also know when he is lying through his teeth.

In true Scooby-Doo style, something fishy is definitely going on here. And I'm going to find out what it is.