// "I love this book so much! You are REALLY talented!", "Can't wait for the new update, already excited!", "Amazing! Omg please update!" // (quotes by - lauralisbon12, mattyhealysleftkneen and twilightissocool11) // // Thank you so much for all your praise on this! // I see it. That familiar sight I see every summer, the Manor. Set on huge grounds it stands red bricked and grand, silhouetted against the blue sky above. To my left I can see the lake sparkling in the sunshine and the lush green woods beyond that. But the beauty isn't why I come here. I come here for the boys. Every summer a new group of people become my best friends for 2 weeks and every year one of those people becomes my boyfriend for the holiday. This has happened for the last 3 years since I was 13 and every year it's more serious, more rebellious and more fun. Who knows what this year holds... // This story will contain mild sex and drug use //

// S E Q U E L // The tour. All the talk about it and now it's actually happening! When I met Matty and the boys at summer camp almost 4 years ago... I never expected I'd still talk to them after the week! Let alone that I'd be touring Europe with them and Matty, and that he'd honestly be the love of my life! I mean, it's all going to be fine. Sure it's my first time away from home abroad... and Matty's only recently recovered from a serious drug addiction... and George has just come out of an engagement... and that may or may not have been because of me... But yeah Here we go, 11 countries in less than a month. What could possibly go wrong? // As this is a sequel you'll get more out of it if you've read my first book //

Meet Elliot. Now meet Matt. Now meet Elliot meeting Matt. Now follow their adventure together full of love, pain and understanding.

‹The sound of heavy drums, guitar riffs and muffled screaming kept me awake yet another night. "You got to be kidding me", I groaned to myself as I turned around in my bed to face the small clock on a table next to me. 3am. "I'm going to kill 'em." Yes, I was talking to myself. Yes, it was 3am and the thought of another sleepless night nearly drove me insane. Yes, I was going to get up now. Yes, I felt quite pathetic. [...] Before I could overthink the whole thing I was already standing in front of his house. Ringing the door bell. Once. Twice. Still loud music. A third time. Silence. Lovely. A few moments later the door flew open, exposing a lanky boy, dressed all black and white and with a mess of hair. "Yeah?", he looked slightly confused. Probably he didn't even recognize me. "Right, if you guys could just please stop playing music for like two hours or just turn down the volume a bit - I know it's Punk and it's probably like super uncool to listen to quiet Punk but really there are people that actually go to school and can't sleep through the whole day ..." I kept on rambling a bit, I wasn't shouting but I was surely angry. Sleep was a sensitve topic to me. "You know we're not just listening to music, we're doing music." he stated as I finally finished.›