Jake

You don't have any idea how happy I am, when finally I can park our car in the front of white big farmhouse, surrounded by stone fence with large south-facing walled garden, about which is hard to say even a one word, cause it's too dark now. Unfortunately Craig's whining proved and we are later than we planned. But it's not my fault they forgot this bloody map. If we didn't have to ask for the last two hours about the right road, we'll be on time.

'We shouldn't let John Paul go for Michaela alone.' Craig says as he gets out from the car. 'It's very late.'

'It's not that late and besides John Paul wanted to go alone.' I remind him and take our bags from the rear cargo area and nod toward house. 'Come on, Craig. We need to take everything to house.'

'Are you sure nothing wrong will happen to John Paul?' I turn toward him as I notice concern in his voice.

'Don't forget he is with Michaela. Nobody will touch two McQueen's.' I say amused and stroke his arm.' Don't worry, Craig. Michaela talks to death anybody who will have a guts to attack them.'

'Probably you're right.' He shrugs, but I can say he's still nervous and not fully convinced. He passes by me with John Paul's bag on the arm, and between bush of plants he tries to find a patch which will lead us to the front door.

'I hate this garden right now.' He whines like always and I can't stop myself from the laugh.

'It was you who said you won't speak to us from all day?' I ask him with a little malicious. In response I get unfavourable look from him and moment later I see his back. I don't know how John Paul can stand his humours. He's unbelievable.

I take a deep breath and feel in nostrils amazing scent of flowers and fruit trees which growing above the patch, pouring down on our heads delicately petals of their cherry blossoms, judging by the smell. Already I can say I love this place for the first sight. I know I'll find here everything what I need now. Especially peace and calm.

I stick my foot between door frame and door, before Craig has a chance to close it in front of my face. I kick the door to open it wider and I find myself in the spacious living room with an open fire in the centre, two huge white couches in modern style and with small glass coffee-table on which stand a bouquet of fresh flowers in blue vase. It looks quite comfy...although I thought it'll be there something more...At least John Paul said we have beautiful views from our windows.

'Don't worry, Jake. On the other side of home we have another room and it looks way better than this.' Craig announces and light up another spacious room, which turns to be a kitchen with a breakfast area. 'And we have TV.' Oh, yes. It's the most needed thing in all house. I'm sure watching TV it'll be the last thing which we do.

'Good...Maybe we prepare a dinner now, Craig. What do you think about it?'

'It's nothing to prepare, Jake.' He replies drily and throws bags next to the one of couches. 'We only need to serve the meals.'

'But we need to find plates and bowl to may serve them.' I say kindly and point at kitchen. 'If you don't notice it's a lot bigger than yours or mine, so I guess it'll takes a time to find everything.'

'I don't understand why we need so big kitchen. It's almost the same big as our flat!' He yells and run hands over his face.

'Oh, come on! Kitchen isn't that big.' I say and spat him on the back to cheer him up. 'I think John Paul find for us excellent house, just look around. It's almost like in Hollyoaks!' I see that his adjustment to this house start changing for good. 'It's fantastic place for a big family like ours. Don't you think that?'

'Yea, it is.' He agrees reluctantly, looking around. In the soul I'm jumping with a joy, proud of myself that I manage to change Craig's mind and at least maybe he stops whining at everything and start enjoying our holiday. 'But the ceiling is too low and has this terrible belles.' Okay, I enjoyed my victory too fast...It won't be a Craig if he doesn't find at least ONE wrong thing.

'I think you're the last person who should worrying about too low ceiling, looking how tall you're.' I say maliciously, already having him enough. 'Big problems will have me and John Paul.'

'You're not so tall too.' He mumbles and gives me unappreciated glance.

'It's not my fault you still can't accept that you're so low.' I accent especially the last word, knowing that I irate him again.

'I don't have any problems with that!'

'Oh, really?' I can say he's boiling now and I'm surprise that I don't see steam extracting from his ears. He wants to fire back, but suddenly someone's knock to the door, undermining his sinister plan.

'It must be the owner of house.' Craig mumbles and smoothes his shirt, before he heads toward the front door. 'Maybe he comes to gives us a keys from the second floor.'

'I hope so. Otherwise there won't be a place for Steph and Tom.' I say and walk in to the kitchen with hope that I find plates and cutleries, before John Paul and Michaela join to us.

John Paul

It wasn't hard to notice Michaela on the bus station. I can say it was simply, considering that she was the only person on the bus station, sitting on the bench with two bags and looking around with boring eyes. And I don't know if it's a good idea to show myself her now. But before I can considering all pros and cons, she notices me and gives me murderous look before she speaks up with familiar, irate voice which I missed for a long time.

'John Paul! What the hell happened with you?!' She yells and storming toward me with her, certainly, heavy bags. 'You should be earlier!'

'Sorry 'Chaela, but we had small problems with a car.' I reply evasively, don't want to share with her all troubles which we have because of Craig. I guess they hate each other enough. 'How long you're waiting for me?' I ask her and take one of the bag from her, which I quickly regret as I feel how heavy it is. 'You take wash machine with yourself?'

'Ha, very funny.' She says sarcastically, giving me evil glare. 'I'm waiting for you about fifteen minutes! I was boring as hell!'

'Jesus! It's almost nothing!' I yell angrily. 'Why don't you take crosswords with yourself?'

'Do I look like Frankie Osborne?' Here we go! We go on a very dangerous subject, which quickly will lead us to Craig. And we even don't come to home yet...

'I rather thought about our mum.' I say drily and lead her toward main street.

'She even doesn't know what crossword mean.' She rolls her eyes.

'I'm sure she knows.' I assure her, wondering what mum will do if she find out what her lovely daughter talks and thinks about her behind her back.

'Dandy is waiting for us?' I give her a nudge in the ribs for that.

'Can you stop calling Craig like that?'

'This old freak is with him too?'

'Jake isn't old and stop calling him freak!' I yell to her.

'Why? He'll do something to me if I call him freak?' You really want to challenge him? He's not Craig, Michaela...

'I don't know what he may do, but surely I do something very nasty, if you don't listen me.' I treat her and I'm sure she understands that I wasn't joking.

'So Dandy is waiting for us in house?'

'Yes, Craig is waiting for us.' I confirm with very bad feelings about their first meeting tonight.

'We really have to take him with us?'

'He's my boyfriend, 'Chaela. It'll be hard to leave him alone in home and go for holiday with a childish sister.'

'I'm not childish, John Paul! And don't you think this all West something, looks almost like Hollyoaks?' Okay, so we have now Michaela's first whining. And we're only in the half way to home...Maybe you start a club with Craig?

'In Hollyoaks we don't have so great views.' I reply coldly.

'Oh, yea. And you saw them in the darkness? You're a Batman and Craig your Robin?'

'You have to be so stupid?'

'I barely feel my feet. Where's your bat mobile?

'You want to come to house alive or not?'

'Do you have a chewing gum? Ouch! John Paul!'

'One word more and you'll meet with my dark personality.'

'I can ask mum to sew you a costume. Maybe if she has enough material she will sews for Craig cloak and funny pantaloons with big "D" on it.' In moments like this she's scaring me. You never know what she may do you when you go sleep.