I awoke to the sun sneaking through the cracks in the blinds, a beam of the buttery light landing on my face. I sat up and stretched; my joints popping. The smell of toast and eggs wafted to my nose, sending my stomach into a frenzy of growls. I hadn't realized I was so hungry.

"Hello?" I called to whoever was in the kitchenette.

"Hey, Ella," replied Jon. He leaned down to look through a small cut out in the wall and smile at me. "Good morning."

"Good morning. You're making breakfast? That's nice of you."

"Well, I just figured I should because we don't have food service today, not being in a venue and all. It's only toast and eggs."

"Yeah but I'm starving," I said, my stomach growled to emphasize my statement.

"Come and get some food then!"

I jumped up from the pull out bed; it creaked from the loss of weight. I dashed to the kitchen and took the plate of hot food out of Jon's hands. It was simple but I really had no preference. It could have been burnt and I probably wouldn't have noticed.

"Brendon drove to your house when we stopped during the night. He's getting your belongings for the weekend," Jon told me as I chewed.

"That was nice; he didn't have to do that," I said between bites. "Actually, he shouldn't have done that."

"Well, he said you probably would want your things this weekend and said he had no problem catching up with us at our next stop, which is at a beach, actually. We're ahead of schedule so we're going to hang out there for a while."

I started. "Seriously?" I thrilled.

"Yeah, and Brendon said he'd be sure to tell your mom to back your swim suit."

I froze for a moment; I hadn't told my mom about Brendon yet, let alone call her. She'd kill me when I got back. But I brushed away the worry. I might as well enjoy this wondrous weekend while it was still here. Soon, I'd be back to textbooks and teachers.

I dug into my eggs, which were sunny-side up, representing my mood that morning.

"We should be getting there soon," Jon mused and went back into the bunk room to change.

I watched out the big, tinted window at the scenery. Before my eyes, the buildings thinned out and turned to small business and shacks. Deep blue water could be seen in the horizon and light brown sand lay before it. I got more and more excited with each passing movement.

Quicker than I expected, the bus pulled into a narrow side alley. It barely fit but we managed. The engine cut off and I dumped my clean plate in the sink. I exited the bus before everyone else.

I spotted Brendon leaning against the brick wall, a black duffel bag in one hand and a swim suit in the other. He smiled crookedly and I caught my breath. It was still hard for me to except that he was mine.