cruises were never my thing. i hated them, but it was the only vacation my parents ever enjoyed doing. i'm always stuck with my little sister, and my mom forces me to go to the "teen club" every cruise ship has. i wasn't excited, not even a little. i wasn't looking forward to meeting a bunch of kids i would know for a week then never talk to again. if i made no friends, the cruise would be boring, but if i did make friends, i would be heartbroken at the end of it when i had to leave them.
cruises are like new lives. you get a week long "new life" and get to do whatever the hell you want in it, and not really worry about how it would affect your real, true life. you don't know the people on a cruise. all you know is what they tell you, and since you'll only know them for a week, there's no real fact checking involved.
you get close to some people, learn to dread others, and even have small flings, but in the end- none of it matters. everyone will forget about you, they'll all fade away, and what happens on that cruise won't affect anything in your own life back home.
i hate cruises.
but i hate the people on them more.
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Fanfictionone week to get to know him. one week to fall in love with him. all the time in the world to forget him.
