𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 ─ 𝐑. 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒

Monday, 16 March 2009: 30 days until the guys leave

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Soundtrack
Main Track:
Carolina by Harry Styles

Supplementary Tracks:
• Cake By The Ocean by DNCE
• Uma Thurman by Fall Out Boy

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"Why did we agree to do this, again?" you asked (Y/B/F), biting your lip as you stared at the schedule the two of you had drawn up for the next four weeks.

"Because we're tourism students, and showing around a group of actual tourists would definitely be beneficial. Ya know, for experience and shit," she waved a hand, pouring a glass of juice, joining you on the sofa and taking the piece of paper from your hand.

"Did you take their numbers?"

"Yeah," she responded, reading over the schedule. "The cute one gave me his."

"Ryan?"

"No," she sniggered, raising an eyebrow at you, "It was Brendon. But the fact that your mind went straight to Ryan says a lot."

"Shut up," you sneered, cheeks heating up slightly; (Y/B/F) laughed. "Boulder's Beach is up first," you cocked your head towards the paper, changing the subject, "You should call them and let them know the details for tomorrow."

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"Did you give them our numbers?" Ryan asked from his seat at the dining table of their hotel room.

"Yeah," Brendon replied, flicking through the channels on the TV. "I gave mine to the cute one."

"(Y/N)?"

"No," Brendon laughed, smirking at his band mate, "It was (Y/B/F). But the fact that you thought of (Y/N) first really says somethin'."

"Shut up," Ryan mumbled, rolling his eyes and shifting in his seat, causing Brendon to laugh at his clear embarrassment.

The ringing of Brendon's phone caught the attention of the entire band, and they all perked up, ears eager.

"Hello?" Brendon answered.

"Brendon, hi," (Y/B/F) spoke through the phone. "It's (Y/B/F) and (Y/N)."

"Hey guys," Brendon smiled, "what's up?"

"We've managed to get a schedule planned out – mostly thanks to (Y/N)," Ryan smiled involuntarily at (Y/B/F)'s comment. "Our first activity is a trip to Boulder's Beach. It's a beach in Simon's Town where penguins live and roam free. It's really cool; you can get all up close and personal with them. Maybe take a couple selfies," the guys chuckled, excited at the prospect. "So we'll come and get you guys at about 9?"

"Sounds great."

"Perfect. See you then."

~Monday, 30 days until the guys leave~

Juggling a beach bag, towel and a beach umbrella, you stood in line with (Y/B/F) and the band, squinting slightly as the sunrays caught your eyes.

"Next, please," the booth attendant called out, and you shuffled up to the Perspex window.

"Six tickets please," you requested, reaching into your bag to grab a few banknotes.

"That'll be R300."

You slid three R100 notes over, and the attendant handed you the tickets; you accepted them and handed one to each member of your group.

"How much do we owe you?" Ryan asked, as you handed over his ticket.