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Mel's POV
Our arrival in Belfast went about as smoothly as one could hope for. The plain landed on time, it wasn't that rainy, and the locals were friendly, helping us get to our hostel (no, not hotel, hostel, as in bunk beds and mess halls). But it was pretty nice, we got to see some of the countryside, and meet some real people.
But Max was still mooning over Fang, Fang was busy being oblivious. And now Ella was mooning over some other guy (the hotel bellhop, I think). I walked into the room we were all sharing only to find her laying on a bunk staring forlornly at the ceiling. "Look, if you miss him that much, call the hotel and ask to talk to him. It's not like they're going to say 'no, you can't talk to him. We don't allow that kind of thing'"
Her eyes brightened, and she leapt off the bed. "I didn't think of that. I think I'll call right now." And, without further adieu, she skipped out of the room. Time to go find Max.
After searching for almost an hour, I finally found Max sitting up in the café that took up most of the top floor of the hostel. She was actually talking to one of the owners, and finding out some interesting stuff about the place's history. Apparently it used to be an old barn and stables for the fancy big house that was about half a mile up the road. It was pretty interesting to hear him talk about all the lords and ladies that had lived up at the house, almost as if he had known them personally (which he probably could have, looking at his age (kidding)). However, after about half an hour more of this, Max still seemed enthralled, so I decided that she needed to go on a walk.
After dragging her a little unceremoniously outside, she seemed to relax in the fresh air. We walked down the lane, and across a few fields up towards an old ruin on the far side of the little town (we were a few miles outside the city). After walking for an hour, the ruin didn't seem to be getting any closer, so we decided to head back, on the way, stopping at the local "sweets shop" Max got her chocolate, and I got something called fruit pastels, let me just say that if I had to give up starbursts, there would have been no looking back.
When we got back to the hostel, however, things were in a complete uproar.
Iggy had volunteered to help out in the kitchen, and the regular cook was mad because his food was better than hers. Fang was going mad searching for Max incase she had gone off somewhere and gone completely suicidal (he said (she hadn't, but he's being just a little too protective (I think he's still madly in love with her))). And Ella was in the room, crying her eyes out, laying on her bunk. "What happened?" I asked quietly. And she looked up at me, her eyes wide, rimmed in red. "What?" I asked again. "He… he left. Without a trace. He just quit, packed his bags, and left. Like he didn't want anyone to find him. –Like he didn't want me to find him." She started crying again, and I sat down softly patting her back. "I'm sure it wasn't you, maybe his family was having problems, or something." I tried to re assure her. She wasn't buying it. "Oh, He hates Me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She wailed, crying again. Eventually Fang and Max came in, (his hand on her shoulder) Then Iggy brought food for all of us, and we spent the rest of the evening trying to comfort her.
A/N: Sorry it's late, couldn't think of what to write, REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
