Surprises

Angrily, I shoved all of my belongings into my bag so they would stop falling off the table. I had managed to get about two hours of sleep and Lucozade wasn't helping me wake up. Along the isle, other people were waking up and complaining about cramps and headaches they had developed overnight. Carefully, I watched on as Caleb and his friends swapped tables with some band members closer to us so they could get better sleep.

"I'll have a surprise for you after we get breakfast." Sam whispered to me. Confused, I put my shoes back on and collapsed off the coach onto the concrete.

"Just get me some food." I groaned; picking myself up off the floor and heading off to the service station. Unsurprisingly, they all spoke in German.

"Coffee." I tried to explain to the woman at the till; she stood there looking confused.

"Coffee, drink, cup." I tried saying, pointing at objects to try and help her understand that all I needed was a simple cup of coffee. After a long, pointless battle, I gave in and ordered a coke.

"Over here!" Sam called out. I took my breakfast and sat down in the chair next to him.

"What have you got?" I asked him.

"Coffee." He grinned. I responded by grabbing the cup from his hands and taking a huge sip of it myself. Instantly, I felt awake.

"You're welcome..." Sam said sarcastically. I grinned and finished eating my breakfast. When we were called to the coach, Sam lifted p my bags and thrust them into my chest before sitting further down the coach next to Hannah. Glancing around, I discovered that there were no seats on that table available. Instead, the only seat left was the vacant one next to Caleb. My heart leapt; my brain cried. I'd already made an idiot out of myself in front of him twice.

"Is it alright if I sit here?" I managed to stutter. When he looked at me, I had to turn my face to disguise my annoying feelings that were being displayed. For a guy who had been awake almost as long as I had, he didn't look tired or aggravated in any way. Despite the fact his eyes showed signs of wanting to close, he looked as if he had just got onto the coach after a fresh night's sleep. Feeling out of place and slightly scruffy, I turned my head to Sam with a glare.

"Sure, nobody's sat there anyway." Caleb joked. His voice rang through my mind and I realised that this was the first time I'd talked to him like a normal person; last month I had practically screamed like an idiot when I heard him playing a "My Chemical Romance" song on guitar. Taking extra care not to do something stupid, I sat down beside him. Avoiding being dragged into his conversation, I desperately searched my bag for my iPod, only to find it dead.

"Crap." I cursed, intending on only Sam hearing what I was saying. Casting me a strange look, he just went back to talking with Hannah. Typical. I knew what he was up to; he had just sat me here because he thought I'd have done something to make Caleb talk to me by now. Of course I wasn't going to do something like that; Sam of all people should know that I scare people away more than attract them.

"Your iPod died?" Caleb asked me.

"Yes. May it rest in peace." I said, regretting the last part straight after I said it. Why did I have to be an idiot? Did I honestly think he'd laugh at that? Surprisingly, he gave a sympathetic laugh and unplugged his own iPod from a charger underneath the table.

"Here, this should work." He said, taking my iPod and plugging it in. Thanking him, I went back to writing with my earphones on full blast. Beside me, Caleb had plugged his earphones in and was busy choosing a song. Wanting to know what music he was into, I caught a quick glance at the screen. I couldn't make out the writing. Retreating to my own world, I started to write and from the corner of my eye, I could see Caleb reading what I had already written. I felt paranoid; my stories weren't exactly good. Ignoring him, I tried my best to write a decent enough story. Eventually, I gave up.

From the front of the coach, one of the teachers yelled to us that we would arrive in the youth hostel in about 5 minutes. Quickly, I shoved loose items of mine into my bag and used one of the luggage locks to secure it. When the coach stopped, we all piled off and took in our surroundings carefully. The youth hostel looked more like a huge array of teenage flats than a place where anybody could stay. Sure, the colours were a bit dry and sure, it was still raining, but the excitement was too much to measure.

There were two main buildings which I can see, separated with a courtyard with benches and concrete paving. There was an area near where the coach had parked that looked as if it contained some sort of climbing frame and there was even a rope bridge somewhere according to Philip. Philip was the only one who had been here before. Behind us stood a wooden building with various solar panels on top and drinks machines which sold all our favourite drinks. We were clearly going to like this place.

"Right, get your bags off and we'll get your instruments while you find your rooms." One o the coach drivers yelled to us as the doors to our luggage opened. Mine was the biggest, boldest and heaviest bag on the whole coach; a few people laughed as I struggled to pull it off. Dragging it behind me, I was devastated to find that we had to go down 3 flights of stairs.

We got our key to one of the girl's rooms and Hannah, Megan, Alicia and I practically ran to see what we would be sleeping in. It was pretty basic; two rooms and a bathroom. Dumping my suitcase in the other room, I joined the others to decide who was sleeping where.

"Well, is there any way we can all sleep in the same room?" Hannah asked. Her and Alicia had already claimed the only two begs in the front room.

"Well, is there any way to make the couch bigger?" Megan suggested. I laughed then tried pulling the material of it, only to find that it did in fact extend into a bed.

"Me and Megan will sleep on this." I finalised, "I'm going up to see the guys."

I ran out of the room and charged upstairs.

"Philip!" I called out, darting into his room, "Philip I need to tell you something before I take a shower, that is how serious it is."

"Let me guess." He began.

"No! No guessing, I need to tell you myself that I like..." I couldn't finish the sentence. Caleb was coming up the corridor. "Is Caleb in your room?"

"Yes, why?"

"Never mind..."

Crap.