A/N: Okay, so this chapter is a little short. I was going to let it go on a little, but decided that the rest would be for chapter two. Inspiration for this chapter was the Beatles, hence the title. Thanks for the kind reviews, guys! I'm getting even more pumped to write this! Enjoy. Xx
CHAPTER ONE: COME TOGETHER.
The drive to the ship port was alright. Amy pushed her headphones in and let the sounds of The Kooks cover up Lauren's annoyingly high pitched voice talking to her mother about tanning and probably pink bikinis with pink drinks and pink fucking cupcakes. However, it was much different once they got to their destination. It was literally a bunch of old people-like really old people-getting on the boat and that's when Amy Raudenfeld realized that this was going to be the most boring and ridiculous trips of her life. She was almost thankful that Lauren was going to be there. Almost.
"Alright, you two," Bruce started, looking happily up at the boat that they were lined up to get on. "You'll be sharing a cabin. Now, now," he waved his hands at both of their protests. "I think this will be a real darn good way to get to know each other. Turn from bein' acquaintances to best friends! Hell, ya might even learn what it means to have a sister." The chuckle afterwards was the cause of Amy rolling her eyes, and even Lauren looked a little ghosted. All Amy wanted to do was to call up Karma and talk about how shitty this was going to be, and how much she hated people. Especially old people. And Karma would remind her that it's not their fault if they smell weird, they just aged a little bit. And then there would be laughter and Amy would feel a lot better about it. But she couldn't call her. No. She refused to call her.
Walking to their cabins wasn't too bad. Amy knew that their accommodations wouldn't be too bad, especially if she was staying with Lauren 'Daddy's Girl' Cooper. There were two beds pressed against each wall and it seemed way too close for comfort. The look on Amy's face was full of disgust and a little nervousness. What if she talked in her sleep? What if she said something about Karma that Lauren could use against her?
"This is disgusting," Lauren muttered, bringing Amy out of her daze. Bruce and Farrah must've left because that fake smile that the short blonde held so perfectly was gone and she was kicking the bed that Amy assumed was hers. "I swear to the holy lord above, if you try to climb over and try that carpet munching weirdness on me I will throw you overboard." Sneering at her, Lauren began to unpack her massive bag onto her bed. "Even though you probably love the smell of fish."
Amy gave her the first eyeroll of many to come, she was sure, and just sat down on her bed and glanced down at her phone. Nothing. No messages from Karma, and no messages from even Shane. Had Liam told him what had happened?
"Stop checking," she heard Lauren say, her head snapping up to look at her with a slight glare. But the softness on Lauren's face made her rethink the glare. "She's not going to text you. Trust me, I've been looking too. And, it sucks, but she's not worth it. Seriously, I don't even know what you see in her." And there she goes, being the same old Lauren. Amy was scared that some alien creature inhabited her body and turned her into a nice person.
"Lauren," Amy warned, trying to keep the tiny blonde from speaking ill of her best friend. Former best friend? She wasn't sure.
"No, seriously. Every time you come back from her house you smell like Amsterdam. What do her parents even do? They sell juice? And not even juice cleanses like Blue Print. You know, Blake Lively swears by that? Anyways, she's dumb - Karma, not Blake Lively - and she probably has an STD because she's been sleeping with Liam Booker. Seriously, I'm surprised that freak doesn't have a baby... or five." As soon as Amy had heard Liam's name, she grabbed her pillow, shoved her face into it and let out a scream - leaving Lauren speechless for once.
"Shut up about Liam Booker! Why is everyone so fucking obsessed with Liam Booker!?" Amy grunted out after her long scream, slamming the pillow down onto the bed. Lauren's wide eyes were even wider at this point, wondering what the hell was going on.
"Jeez, I was trying to make you feel better. That's what happens when you're nice. People turn all Invasion of the Body Snatchers on you." Amy had looked up at this point, looking at her step-sister curiously. "What? I like my retro horror movies, do you have a problem with that?"
And that was all that Amy needed to forget about Liam Booker. It's not that her and Lauren really kept talking after that, but the fact that she had admitted that she wanted to make Amy feel better? It was nice. Really nice. Definitely not Lauren nice, but she wasn't going to complain when someone out there was actually caring about her. Even if it was her evil step-sister from hell… who had apparently watched horror movies from the 50's. Or was it the one from the 70's? Amy made a mental note to ask later. However, at that moment all she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep for forever.