Spiaggia Resort

Part 1

*Joe's P.O.V.*

Everyone was by the bus, loading their luggage while I was sitting on the bench in front of the school, strumming my guitar.

I took a few glances at Blake, my boyfriend, who had been helping load the luggage. We've been going out for almost a year and two months now.

I just love how short he is compared to me, especially when I kiss him and I have to bend down. 6'3 is a huge difference compared to 5'6.

*Flashback*

I was handing out flyers in the school hall, trying to advertise that my band needed a drummer, and fast. A gig was coming up in a month, and our old drummer had moved away.

"Drummer needed!" I yelled, as students continued to pass by me, rushing off to class. So far, no one had taken up the offer.

"I'm interested in trying out." I heard a voice say from behind me. I spun around and saw a short boy, who could've passed for a sophmore, instead of a senior. He had pale skin, hazel eyes, swoopy black hair, and wore a Bring Me the Horison t-shirt with black jeans and black vans. He also had gauges and two lips piercings, one on each side of his lip.

"You can play, right?" I asked him.

"Um, yeah..." He said, giving me a confused look.

I sighed. "Well good. It's not like anyone else would've tried out for this shit anyway."

*End Flashback*

Ever since that day, Blake and I got really close. I realized my feelings for him a few months after he joined the band and we've been dating ever since.

He's really sweet and funny.

"C'mon guys, we're about to leave!" Mr. Harris said.

I packed up my guitar in the case and joined Blake on the bus.

We had previously been divided into groups. Ten other people were in our group. And let me just tell you, they're a bunch of motherfuckers.

We've got the blonde whore, her snobby bitch-ass friend, the nerd, the foreign exchange student, weird asian, the jock, the athletic girl, the redneck, the flirt, and the ginger with no soul. Just kidding, she does have a soul. And of course, Blake and I, the two most hipster people there.

"Hey babe, let's take a selfie!" Blake said.

I crouched down in my seat so we could take the picture.

The bus started moving and left the school parking lot.

Samantha was talking about all the guys she wanted to fuck. Ew, tmi.

"Get a room, whore!" I screamed at her.

"Oh like you're one to talk with your gay shit!" She yelled back.

"You know what, fuck you!"

"It's okay, don't listen to her." Blake said.

Just hearing him say this made me feel less tense. Blake had this kind of effect on me.

I sat back and relaxed in my seat. Blake entangled his hand with mine. I turned on music in an attempt to drown out the whore. This was going to be a long six hours...