The Exchange Student, the Pop Prince and the Raffle Tickets

Chapter Twenty Two: Tickets.

I hope you like it... Enjoy! 

Lauren =D 

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• Chapter Twenty Two

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Something was shaking me as I woke up. Kristin. 

I went to shout at her but she put a finger on my lips. "No! Don't talk, look what I've got!" 

She waded two tickets in my face.  

"Oh yeah, no need to thank me." She cried collapsed beside me. 

Tickets. To one of the biggest festivals of the year. 

"How did you get this?" 

"Well let's just say I did a lot of phoning up radio stations and using a lot of my Dad's money." 

Wow. 

I checked the date for the tickets, May, we left in two days. 

"We leave for Bangor in two days!" I cried. 

Kristin gave me a smug smile. "Yep. I wanted to surprise you. Like, really surprise you." 

"Well you succeeded." I smiled hugging her, making arrangements on to how to get there and what clothes to bring. 

It had been a year since I went to America, since I met Bindi, met Grey, got pregnant, miscarried and came back home in a flood of tears. 

I was working now at a very posh golf course being the bar tender, my tips were more than brilliant, and Kristin was at her posh university three hours away from me. She was on her summer holidays now and though I still had to work, Kristin had sorted something out with them to let me go. 

Now that my best friend and I only saw each other when Kristin was free, our friendship was more than ever stronger. We struggled to see each other but when we did it was special and we would talk for hours and hours without taking a break. I seemed to cherish every moment with her but that was bound to happen considering. 

We drove into town to go shopping for essentials. Ben and Kristin had broken up ever since Jack found out Kristin had cheated on him while I was away. Kristin would mention little details about what happened but not much. I would never really ask about it either, it was her business and when she was ready to talk about it, I would listen.  

Just like her and me with America. I didn't talk about it. It was buried deep in the back of my mind in a very old treasure box and the only way of opening it was if I died or something. It was that far buried. I could talk about some bits, but it would be only small things such as the horribleness that were the Hershey bars or the amount of clothes I got and how amazing Abercrombie and Fitch is over there. But nothing too detailed or too inviting on what actually happened. That was just how it was going to be, and how I wanted it to stay that way. 

This new life, the new mantra I had set for myself worked perfectly. I did well in my studies, my relationship with my parents still wasn't great but we were working on it and Kristin was my rock. 

Kristin had it all figured out, she had booked the train tickets, hired a tent and bought a lot of booze.

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We had befriended three boys Josh, Tanner and Tad while struggling to put up our tent. They were American, in their early twenties and equally all extremely good looking but strangely enough, they seemed so familiar to me but I couldn't place them.  

Apparently they were a part of a band that was performing the next day. I figured my recognition of them was probably seeming on some silly American magazine. They seemed calm and collected about the performance. To Kristin and I, it seemed like they had been performing for a while. They left pretty quickly after we set up our camp complaining about someone they just had to see, they promised they would come back and see us but grumbled about not bringing their fourth member because he was 'too serious'.