Scarlett "Scar" Mitchell is an 18 year-old girl living in Marta's Vineyard, MA. Her and her best friend, Isabel, go to college in London. They both meet 5 cute British boys on the plane and they try to make the boys fall for them. But who will fall for whom in the end?

My hair was frizzing up and being ugly after I got out of the shower. God, it was so hard to please. It was only smooth and pretty after a couple days of not showering, and by then it had lost its smell and looked greasy.

Maybe it was where I lived that did that. The weather here was so screwed up. Summers in Marta's Vineyard were both cold and rainy the entire season or hot and humid, so humid it felt like you could drink the air. But you couldn't, trust me, me and Isabel had tried that.

Isabel was my best friend. I had a lot of friends, or people at school who I occasionally hung out with. But Isabel and I were inseparable. I liked my social life. I was popular; I had lots of good friends and a best friend. School wasn't a problem. I was smart, and everyone said I was beautiful, trust me, I had received enough love letters to know that. A lot of boys like me, but don't think I'm some stuck up popular snob who ruined everyone's lives. I was popular because I had a lot of friends, I had a lot of friends because I was nice to everyone, and I was nice to everyone because I know how hard it is to be hurt. When you have parents like mine you don't want to treat people like that. Like, I'm sure my parents love me and all, or else they wouldn't care and they would split up. They were only together for the kids. Me and my little brother Ryan, who's 4, had to stay strong for them. But my parents weren't part of my life, and I didn't want them to be. I was happy without family dinners. Ryan and I stuck together, so we were like our own little family.

I worked at Joe's fish store. Yup, a fish store. Isabel and I had the same job, it's how we met. Her dad owns the store, and he pays us both a good salary. At the end of the day Isabel and I would be covered in fish scales. We thought it was so awesome, we thought we were mermaids. Isabel and I met when we were 4. I went to the boardwalk late because I was parents had gotten in another fight. Ryan wasn't born yet, so I was alone. Now as I write this down, I have no clue why my parents had Harry. So back to the story, I was at the end of the boardwalk, standing on the edge. The fishing boats docked here for the night, so it smelt awful. Fish and low tide smelt bad to anyone else, but not Martha Vineyardians. But the world was being so bad to be that night, so the fish smelt to me. I stood at the edge of the boardwalk, watching my tears slide off the edge of my nose and into the harbor. I didn't even hear her coming. She was a dancer, so she had light feet. She was right next to me and I didn't even notice. Then Isabel put her arm around me. I didn't even know this girl and she was comforting me? I wasn't as popular as I was now when I was 4. The only person I knew really was the teenage girl who worked at Jack Wills in Edgartown. She was 16 then, she was like a sister to me. Emily was the best person I ever knew at the age of 4. She comforted me when I was sad, took me out for ice cream on her breaks, and was so easy to be around. But Emily got sick one day, and she took a helicopter away to the mainland. But when Isabel put her arm around me, I knew I could trust this person. I swore to repay them, because that fight I had ran out on was the worst yet, and I really needed the arm Isabel lent me. I didn't even look who it was, and I buried my face into the persons shoulder and cried it out on them. After about 10 minutes, when I had no more tears left, I looked into her face, she had an indescribable hair color, but it was like mine. No two strands seemed to be alike. We were twins almost, the way our blue eyes matched. In the moonlight they matched. My eyes change a lot.

Ever since that day Isabel and I were never apart. We were glued to each other's sides. I got my first job in her dad's seafood shop when I was 12. Isabel had been working there for 2 years, so she showed me what to do. She was good at the job, but I wasn't intimidated. We knew almost everyone on the island after a month of working there. It was the only place people could go to get fish on the entire island. The food was so good, so after a bit of working there, you realized how busy it was. The fish was so fresh, basically when it got super busy, there wasn't time to bring the fish into the shop and stack it in the freezers, so we would just walk onto the boat right outside the shop, (the shop was on the boardwalk) and bring it to customers. once, on me and Isabel's day off, we snuck onto the boat early in the morning and went out to sea with the fisherman, once they found us, we weren't in trouble, we all had a good laugh about it, and we still do.

When I was 13 Emily came back. It turns out she had leukemia for 6 years and had to go to some fancy hospital in Boston. When she came back her hair was super short and thin, not long like it used to be. She said the meds she took made her lose all her hair, and she had to start over. it was good when she came back, except she wasn't as full of energy anymore, and she didn't have as much money because the cancer was super expensive to treat, she said she was sorry when we went out on her lunch break from jack wills, because she didn't have any money, but I had a paycheck from the fish store and my newspaper route, so I bought us lunch at the black dog. She was super gracious for that and she picked me up and hugged me and twirled me around like she used to. It was just like old times.

Isabel and I spent every moment together. It turns out Emily had known her for a while too. When Isabel and I turned 15, Emily got us jobs at Jack Wills. It was a British store, and after spending a lot of time with Emily, Isabel and I would go home at the end of the day with faint British accents because they had to talk like they were from England. It was kind of funny, when Isabel and I would spend time in the store when we were young, we would greet people at the door with extravagant British accents, then we got yelled at by the manager, Tim. he was really nice, not at all strict but Isabel and I scared off a lot of potential customers and I can see how that's annoying. But I knew Tim, he was dating Emily, and they seemed happy together, so I liked him.

That was so long ago. Isabel and I are still the best of friends, were still popular and nice, and now we are going to college. We were both 18. Emily was married to Tim, and they got along so well. I was happy for her, but I was never someone who wanted to date. Same with Isabel, we had lots of admirers through the years, some we liked a bit, but we liked having each other around, so we didn't need the boyfriends that other people in our class did. We had a small class, 24 people, but when you put it into couples, which almost everyone in the class was dating someone. It was 11 "couples" then me and Isabel, we laughed at the people who were dating, most of the boys were nice and all, but they couldn't last with our islands girls. We were fleeting girls, and there's me and Isabel. We were like our own herd of wild horses, going where we wanted, doing what we wanted, being crazy, and being admired for that. The boys were just one blob of nice kids. Some were obnoxious, but after a couple months of that behavior, they realized it was getting them nowhere and started being nice. By high school, we were just nice, funny kids, and you think that's impossible? Well it isn't, because we know it hurts to get hurt, and were considerate of others. Isabel and I had boyfriends for a while, but it wasn't important to us. We just wanted to see what it was like to be someone's "bird". It was kind of like the time me, Isabel, and Emily tried the lobster-flavored ice cream in Edgartown. We liked the ice cream, but having people call you "theirs" wasn't for us. The boys we dated were so gobsmacked to have been chosen for our little experiment that they just stood around with their jaw dropped the entire week relationship, they weren't too broken up over the break up, and I and Isabel were barely with them at all. Like we said, we were wild horses, so we were crazy and did what we wanted.

What we both wanted was to go to the place Jack Wills originated; England. So we decided to go to college there. We were both bright kids, so we got full scholarships to the University of London. With our paychecks from Joe's seafood, Isabel and I took a ferry ride to the mainland of Massachusetts. We went to the nearest best buy and bought ourselves apple laptops. Our parents had given us iPhones as a graduation gift. (I swear it was the nicest thing my parents had done for me).I was super excited to go to London with my best friend, the only thing I was sad about was leaving Ryan and all the people of Martha's vineyard, all the ships, all the little stores, all the winding roads, all the fish that swam in the harbor, and basically everything about that little island. So I guess that was a lot to miss. But I bought Ryan an iPod touch with a camera so we could video chat a lot. I had saved up a lot of money from my jobs at Joe's, Jack Wills, and my newspaper route. He was going to miss me too he said. I told him to stay with friends and Emily a lot, and stay away from mom and dad because I knew he would be able to handle their fights alone. Maybe he'll find someone like Isabel. I needed him to because I don't know what I would have done without Isabel.

My parents didn't come to see me off at the airport, but Isabel's parents did. Mr. and Mrs. Mastguard were like my second parents. we all took a ferry to the mainland with me, Isabel, Mr. Mastguard, Mrs. Mastguard, Ryan, and Isabel's little sister, Kate. Kate and Ryan were good friends, so he'll have her shoulder to lean on when times were tough. We took an early flight out of Falmouth to London. We would land at 2:00 our time, I had no clue what time it would be there. We had agreed to not sit next to each other on the plane because we wanted to do one of those things in movies where best friends (or lovers) meet in an airport and run to each other and hug. Plus we wanted to see if we could make any cute British boys fall for us. We walked into the airport, it was super crowded but we had an hour and a half to kill so we got some food at Starbucks. It's considered a delicacy to kids in where we are in our part of the island because the only Starbucks on the island is a good 2 hour bike ride on busy roads. Busy roads weren't a problem for us but tourists were crazy in the summer, when on a hot day you were dying for a Frappuccino...

We went to a couple other little stores in the airport, buying fashion magazines (me and Isabel always had a soft spot for fashion) and trying to run up the down elevator. We did this a couple times, racing to the top until a security guard told us to stop or else he'd kick us out. We agreed and when we wheeled away on his Segway, Isabel and I erupted into silent laughter. We went to our gate A3, but only to find it crowded with people holding cameras and tape recorders and whatnot. Maybe someone famous was here? People from Martha's Vineyard wouldn't know fame. the closest we ever got was when some failing soap opera was scheduled to be filmed there for an episode, but then the main actress, who turned out to be a stuck-up snot, complained to her manager about the smell of "dead stuff and gym lockers" which really was the fish she had stepped in with her 7 inch platform heels. Besides that, Martha's Vineyard wasn't really "in the know" about new songs, new movie stars, and new singers. The crowd in the airport seemed to be really excited. I didn't know what this was all about, but security guards cleared a path for passengers to get through. Isabel and I handed our ticket to the lady at the desk wearing a pillbox hat, a double breasted blazer, and a pencil skirt up to her knees, and pointed-toe 1 inch heels. I and Isabel looked at each other. We gave each other the "she needs a uniform change" look. Don't think we judge people, oh no, fashion was just something was just something we loved, and we had an unspoken language about it. After the badly-uniformed lady handed us back our tickets, we walked through a little tunnel that would take us to the plane. Mr. and Mrs. Mastguard had gotten us both first class tickets, I was really thankful when they gave us them, but now I couldn't express my gratitude when I saw the cabin. It was huge, with cream colored walls and cream colored plush leather seats, and instead of rows of 3, there were rows of two, so there would be no one squished in the middle. in between the two seats were two cup holders, two remotes, and little button that said "SERVICE" on it, 4 wall outlets (hmm, I thought to myself, I could charge my phone here) and a box of tissues. Me and Isabel both chose window seats. Not many people were on the plane yet, and I could see Isabel. All that was between us was another seat, the aisle, then another seat. I leaned closer to Isabel and she leaned closer to me.

"Excited?" I said.

"Yes, but nervous too" she frowned.

We both laughed. She knew I was nervous too. We could both hear more people coming up the tunnel, so I told her to text me. I pulled out my iPhone charger and she did the same, we both plugged in our iPhones and sat there, looking out the window. I didn't have to look, but I knew she was smiling. I'm pretty sure she was thinking the same about me. There were a couple business men on the plane, but they were on their tablets or laptops. The people coming up the tunnel had arrived in the cabin, they were whispering to each other. I wasn't eavesdropping, but I could distinguish English accents, and another accent I didn't recognize. They came between me and Jenna, and they were looking around, wondering where to sit. I looked up at them, and through their legs, I saw Isabel do the same. She caught my eye and winked, mouthing to me "Cute British boys? Score!" There were 5 of them. One had dark brown curly hair that was all pushed over to one side of his head. He had turquoise eyes that were strangely bright. They were my favorite color. He was wearing a Jack Wills sweatshirt. My kind of boy, I thought, smiling to myself. Another one had tanned skin; his hair kind of looked like Elvis'. He had a slight pout on and he had a black earring in one ear. He was wearing a varsity jacket. Another had curly hair, but not as curly as the first ones, his hair was dark blonde, and he had chocolate-y brown eyes, like the one in the varsity jacket with Elvis hair. Another who has whispering to Elvis hair, he was wearing a striped shirt I had seen many times at Jack Wills, and I even had one in that color and all, he had straight auburn hair that was flipped over his forehead to the left, gray-green eyes and was laughing. Apparently what he just said was very funny because another boy had heard it too and was laughing. This one's hair was blond, and it was short but has a bit of a faux-hawk at the hairline. He had blue eyes. They pinched together when he laughed and he opened his mouth wide and let out the funniest laugh ever. It was loud, and many of the business men and women on the plane turned around to look at him, and the one who has slightly curly dark blonde hair slapped his hand over the blond's mouth. A stewardess came over to the boys, who looked around my age, and told them to sit down. They listened to her and dove into seats so they didn't get in anymore trouble. The curly brunette one with the pretty blue eyes was next to me. The funny one and the blondie sat together, and Elvis sat alone. The dark blonde who has hushed blue-eyes mouth sat next to Jenna. She seemed happy with this arrangement. As I smiled at her she smiled back and then curly, who I kind of forgot was there, said something.