The ferry.

Boarding the ferry, everybody started to let their excitement build again. For some, this was the first time they would get on a ferry. As soon as we stepped off the coach and onto the metal floor that was the car holds, we charged upstairs and straight onto the deck. Outside, it was beautiful. The sea was calm and settled and seagulls sat on the edges of the railings, admiring the view. We hadn't set off yet so we were still pretty close to the White Cliffs of Dover.

"Pictures!" One of the teachers yelled and I was pulled into a group photo in front of the sea. Megan stood next to me and once the photo was taken, she went back to searching for guys to stare at. There were a few French guys on the deck that I pointed out to her and we watched on as I translated what they were saying. When we set off, I dived over to the server where we could get food. Typically, I got fish.

"I'm eating fish, on the sea. How controversial." I laughed to Philip.

"Oh here we go…" He sighed before burying his head in a book.

"It might come up and batter me." I laughed even harder. It was such a corny joke. Finishing quickly, we headed back out to the deck again. Only stopping once so I could spray some of the tester perfume on myself, we took in our last glimpses of the country most of us called home. It wasn't my home, my home was the great country of Northern Ireland; I just lived in England while I was being schooled. Megan spent more time looking at guys from across the deck but for some strange reason, I couldn't find any of the guys attractive.

"Well, maybe they're all eating?" Megan suggested, noticing my frustration. I just shrugged my shoulders and turned back to stare at the sea. Back in England, life had been difficult. I'd just finished all my GCSE's but the pressure was still on for my final year of High School. Swiftly, I tried to change my train of thought before I got too caught up in past memories and future aspirations; it usually depressed me. Surely, summer would be better. Finally, I'd get away from pressure, stress and worry. Finally, I could have a bit of fun with my best friends.

"Kirsty?" Megan asked, clearly worried about my silence.

"Yea?" I replied. I was probably going to be questioned about everything now; I looked out to sea again.

"You've not said a word."

"I know, I'm just looking at the view."

"At least look around the boat, you've finally gotten away from all the drama of boyfriends, you can finally have fun!" She cheered. Typical Megan, always looking on the bright side of life. Reluctantly, I turned and scanned the boat. That's when he caught my eye. Caleb.

He was standing next to the railing with his friends, joking around and laughing about the stupidest things. I watched as he ran his hand through his dark hair and flicked his fringe away from his eye. It still fell over his left eye in a way I'd only ever seen the people I spent my Saturdays do. I couldn't believe it, I'd seriously noticed somebody from my own band. Sure, I'd seen him before and when asked, admitted that he was good looking. However, I'd never felt like this before. Something about him made me yearn to go over there and talk to him as if I'd known him since the start of High School.

"Who've you spotted then?" Megan winked. I panicked, I wasn't good with actual feelings; I was better at just admitting who I found attractive than who actually made me blush.

"Nobody, why?" I stuttered.

"You've went about as red as your hair, that's saying something. Spill!" She cheered. Quickly, I glanced around in search of a half decent guy and settled on a guy in a Misfits t-shirt.

"Him over there." I pointed and prayed Caleb wouldn't see me pointing at somebody else. I don't know why I felt the need to be careful; we'd hardly even spoken back in England.

"It's not him and you know it. Tell me who it is!" She practically yelled; Philip had been disturbed from his own world of reading and invited himself into the conversation.

"It's somebody on the left, you can tell because that's the place her eyes are avoiding." He jeered. Cursing under my breath, I glared at him. I should have known he knew me to well for me to hide anything. I wanted him to remain silent; instead he just laughed.

"Will you tell me later then?" Megan turned to me with sympathetic eyes.

"Fine." I gave in. Crap.