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Chapter 10: Polaroids and Love at Sight

Chapter 10: Polaroids and Love at Sight

A few days into the holiday, I found myself spending most of time with various people. With so many people at the manor estate, I realised that I was getting the hang of being a bit more social between my peers. They were respected each other – sometimes annoying – and they all had a sense of jubilant and shine. It was more than I had thought.

There was still the thought of trying to spend more time with my brothers. They all seemed to distance: not that I am complaining or anything. I felt as if I haven't tried my hardest after what I told myself to do: make more effort. And in all honesty: Dan and Georgia had seemed to be doing much better than me.

Sips and Turps decided to come with Hatfilms and me on that evening for a walk around the fields and orchards. Since I began knowing the place after remembering the pathways, I was mostly the guide leader or pretty much their parent.

"You never know," I shrugged. "Sips might set a bush on fire."

Sips protested, "Hey! By the record: I was once a leader of my scout's party."

"That probably consists of just you, mate." Smith laughed, following with Turps mimicking Sips as a ten year old.

I rolled my eyes and said: "If we're quiet, we might be able to hear the birds whistling up the trees."

Having a habit of twisting the lenses, I picked it up and focused my eyes onto the viewfinder. The path was a great shot alongside the last hour of sunshine seeping through the trees. There I took a couple of shot, looking through them in order to find a correct one. And once I was satisfied, I noticed that Ross had been looking at my direction.

Raising an eyebrow, I asked him: "You alright Ross?"

"Oh no...I was waiting for you that's all." Ross shook his head. "The others went off in to the right; I think they're heading to that big massive tree." He pointed at the gravel path turning to our right. When I looked above the branches, I spotted the obvious dark oak bark. Another reason why I believed that the boys were already going to the old oak tree was that I could hear Turps loudly talking whilst Sips' voice was distinctive enough by the way he laughs.

We walked slowly, quietly just gazing everywhere except for each other. I had no strong affections to Ross – I admit to myself – though he was sincere and trustworthy. He was loud sometimes, but often he could keep a volume down. Maybe Ross Hornby was a nice guy to be with...as a friend of course.

Though once I shifted all my thoughts of Ross Hornby away, I began thinking of Georgia and Dan more carefully.

They were my best friends, and I felt slightly bad for believing some crazy instincts: thinking that Georgia could possibly fancy my brother Ralph.

Then there's Dan...Who I knew actually had the eye for one of Ralph's staff.

"I thought it was nice of your brother to invite us to his estate," I turned my head and watched Ross speak. From there I actually had noticed the small features: his eye were a tint of blue and grey and some of his jet black hair had a gloss a gel if you looked at it with the sun shining onto it.

I nodded instead and replied: "Ralph often does a lot of things to help people: that's why he created this business."

"How about you..." Ross asked and then added. "I mean like: don't you have a company, like a photography one or..."

Chuckling, I gazed at him before nervously fiddling once again with my camera. "I just got out of university a few months ago to be honest...and I haven't decided my future and all that..."