Me and Elliot had parted ways, at about 4am. I see him completely differently now. Obviously not as a suffering teenager who is broken and needs major help, but someone who knows what pain is. Someone who has experienced it.

We just sat in silence. I almost fell asleep, just looking at sea. I never knew how calming the sound of the sea was, until now. I felt bad for waking him though, and thought that if we were going to see each other or do anything tomorrow, (technically today) then I should probably let him go home and sleep. Plus, if my parents woke and saw I wasn't there, they'd be terrified. And then when they found out I sneaked out, I'd be dead.

As I arrived home, I stood outside for 5 minutes trying to find a better solution than the window; and found none.

So I tried to wedge it open, seeing as it was only a cabin window and it should open easily. I thought wrong. I put all my strength into it, pushing my whole weight onto it. I did this for a while, but it wasn't going to work.

What was I going to do? I was stuck outside. I could lie and say I came out for fresh air, but my parents would still be mad anyway. And I was fully dressed, signalling I had been out further than just outside the cabin.

I pushed it again, and it creaked. Was it finally opening?! Thank the lord! I pushed it again, and it flew open, making me tumble into the wall just below the window and go head first through it. I landed painfully.. on top of the window.

Luckily, it hadn't smashed, as it wasn't far from the ground at all. But edges of the window stuck into me, and I had made the loudest noise possible.

Great. My cheeks heated up as I thought of the consequences, and as I was thinking about this, (still on the floor, may I add), my parents walked in, my dad holding a lamp.

And then dropped it when he saw me on the floor. My mother rushed over, as I stood up on my feet and looked anywhere other than their eyes.

"What happened here?!" My dad shreaked.

"Well.." I shrugged.

"Why are you dressed?"

"You know it's 4am?"

"What happened to the window?"

Many questions were fired my way.

"Okay, okay! Let me explain, just please.. don't ground me on holiday."

I could not be grounded here. I'd die of boredom. There's no wifi, and I don't think I'd handle another however-many-days-they-decided in this cabin, alone, doing nothing.

I'd have to sneak out again.

"Well.. we're waiting." My mum crossed her arms over chest.

"Okay, well, I feel better now, like completely.. So.. well- you weren't letting me out and I couldn't sleep so i just thought I should go out, I didn't go far and I was with someone so you don't have t-"

"You were with someone?!" My dad looked angry. Oh shit.

"You don't know anyone around here, Violet, How could you! It's dark. And something could have happened."

"I was with Elliot, not some stranger, jeez I'm not that stupid." I put my hands up in defence.

"Elliot?"

"I called him and we met at the beach, that's all.. Please." My dad sighed. Yes. I know that sigh. It means I'm winning him over.

"That doesn't explain why the window is broke!" he then said.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that." I shrugged. "I forgot my keys." I smiled.

My mum tried to hide her smile at her daughters stupidity. I got it from her, actually.

"You could have got seriously hurt.." My dad wasn't giving up on this, however I knew my mum was fine with it.

"But I'm fine!" I shrugged.

"If you did this at home, you know you'd be grounded till 30 right?"

I nodded. "I know, I know. It wont happen again okay, I promise."

"Fine. Get to bed, now. We're going to the fayre tomorrow."

Before they could change their minds, I ran to my bedroom, changed into my tatty teddy pyjamas, and fell asleep, still thinking about what Elliot told me.

*

I woke up to someone shaking me, and opened my eyes slowly to see my father. I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. Maybe last night was a bad idea.

"Up! We're going to the fayre like I told you last night."

I rolled over and pulled the duvet over my head. "No, I am not. What time is it?" I whined.

"8am. Now get ready, get breakfast, and then we're leaving."

"Are you serious? I've barely had 4 hours sleep, I do not think so. We have 5 weeks of this place dad, can't you just let me sleep?" I practically begged.

"Nope, think of this as your punishment." I was still under my duvet but I could hear the evil smirk on my fathers face right now. I sighed, knowing that it was either a fayre for one day or grounded for a week.

My father also knew he had won. "We're going with Adia, Elliot and Hayden. Christina and Ray are going to the couples spa,"

"Are they our only friends or something?" I was now sitting on my bed.

"Pretty much," my dad said before walking out of my room, leaving me to get ready.

I was still so tired but I knew that if I didn't get out of bed now, I was never going to, so I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

I was going to see Elliot again today. I would have to not mention anything, not act strange, act like nothing has changed. But how do I do that, knowing his brother died? Knowing that I am the only person he has told?

I want him to see another side of me, I want him to connect to me in ways that nobody else can. But I have led such a boring life. No one has ever died in such a tragic way, we've never won the lottery, the most tragic thing in my life is when I broke an arm.

Which is nothing compared to what he told me.

I turned the shower on, the shower always helps me think straight, which is always why they last about half an hour. I have to have quick showers in this cabin though, as water is limited.

I quickly washed my hair, with my favorite Dove shampoo and conditioner. I then wrapped a towel around me, and dried my hair.

If I was going to be ready in time, I'd seriously need to hurry up.

My eyebrows are the most important thing.

I filled them in a little, shaping them. I left my foundation, just dabbing a bit of concealer under my eyes and powdering my face, adding a bit of mascara and lipgloss.

I straightened my hair, pinning up the sides, and then put on my favorite summer outfit: my black vestop and a flowery floaty pair of shorts.

I wanted to look nice today. Whenever Elliot has seen me, it's like I'd been not bothered with my appearance.

When we arrived at the fayre, I mentally woke up a little. It looked so exciting, and I had always been a sucker for cute things like this. Like the ferris wheel, and the candy floss, and the little kids rides at the other end of the fayre with over excited infants jumping around near them, begging their parents to let them go on them.

Elliot, Hayden and Adia were going to be arriving later, meaning that me and my parents could get breakfast here, since we didn't at home.

"iHop?" My dad asked me. He already knew the answer, it was my favorite place to have breakfast. However, that wasn't in the fayre, so we had to drive all the way back out of it and past it to iHope.

Oh well. Anything for pancakes.

Once we got there, I ordered what I always order. Raspberry white chocolate chip pancakes. This is the one thing I love about America and one thing I hate about Britain. No iHops.

My parents started to eat their boring french toast, before my mum decided to bring up the topic of the baby.

We hadn't really talked about it much. The only time we spoke of it was when she told me. They sat me down, gave me a cup of tea (like that was going to do anything), and told me. They also said it wasn't going to change anything, I was still their child, they were'nt going to ignore me, etc etc. But I didn't really mind. My parents seemed to be happy about it, as I am an only child.

My mum had me at 19, I'm 16 now. Havng a child at 35 years old isn't that uncommon nowadays, but this did mean it was probably going to be her last child. So if she's happy at the fact that after 16 years, she's finally going to have nother infant, than so be it.

I never actually told her any of that, though. I found it kind of awkward, and I've never been one to express my feelings through a lot of words to my parents.

My mum had seemed to pick up on that. "You've barely said a word about it, darling."

"What do you want me to say?" I asked. That made me sound like I minded a lot about the pregnancy. This isn't going too well.

"Boy or girl? Are you happy? Do you mind? Children take up so much space Vi.. And I'm telling you again, it won't change anything, but we'll be so busy, an-"

"Mum!" I interrupted. "It's fine, okay?" I took a deep breath.

"I don't mind. I'm going to have school, I have exams, A-Levels. They're going to take up enough of my time as it is, I don't mind a baby around, maybe it will stop you nagging at me," I semi-joked. "I'm happy for you. And maybe I'll like having a little sister or brother, who knows?"

My dad slapped me on the shoulder. "I'm so proud of you, kid."

His mouth was full of food still... lovely.

"So, you're not going to be behind on any homework for school are you?"

"Not really, I have an essay to introduce who I am to teachers and what I am doing over the summer, almost like a diary, but that's about it. I have my laptop so I'll do it on the few days we don't go out." I said. My mum nodded.

I wasn't going to college. In Britain, you do your highschool, which is year 7 to year 11, and then you choose either college or year 12-13.

I chose sixthform.

"Cmon, we better go then. Elliot, Hayden and Adia will be arriving soon." I put my knife and fork on my plate and stood up, as my dad left money on the table, with a $5 tip.

Once we arrived back at the fayre again, we went to our decided meeting place, "The Lemon Shack." Since it sold icecream, and lemon icecream wasn't even an option, I'm really not sure why it's called that.

Elliot, Hayden and Adia were already there, and when I caught Elliot's eye, he smiled. I saw him look me up and down, but boys will always be boys I guess.

My mum and dad greeted their sister and sister in law, while me and Elliot hugged. Nobody knew of our relationship yet, as we didn't know what people would think with the rushedness of it all.

"Where's my hug?" Hayden asked, pulling me to him.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in ages in the day I was ill and you left me!" I pointed my finger at him. "That was mean, by the way."

"You lot can go off," my dad said. "Call us if you need anything!" And off my parents went, leaving the teenagers, aka us, on our lonesome.

Hayden was a bit of a third wheeler right now and doesn't even realize it.

"Elliot told me you know." It was like he could read my thoughts.

Oh, okay. So maybe he does know he's third wheeling.

"And I have friends of my own here. So I plan to leave you two lovebirds alone, again!" However this time, I don't mind.

Maybe it would be a good thing. I'd get to spend more time with Elliot.

When we were left on our own, Elliot said his first words to me today. "You look beautiful,"

My cheeks tinted pink, in contrast to the powder I already had on my face.

He took my hand. I really never took Elliot as the romantic, cute one who held hands and gave compliments. But maybe I'm wrong about him.

"Where do you want to go first?" He asked. "I hope you're not one of those who are scared of all the big rides!"

I grinned. No way. So I walked in front him, still holding his hand and dragged him to the biggest ride in this place. It was very tall, and had at least 10 loops.

"Wait.. are you sure about this?" He gulped when we were in the line. "Yep. I hope you're not one of those who are scared of all the big rides!" I used his words against him. Was little Elliot scared?!

"Cmon, tough boy. You can do it, can't you?"

"Of course I can," he said, standing up tall. He tensed a little. "Why would I be afraid of a massive ride where you could fall out or it could break when you're upside down or you could have like, a heart attack or something. Pfft. No. I'm not scared."

"Aww," I hugged his torso. "I'll hold your hand!" I laughed.

"I don't need you to comfort me! When we're finished this ride, it'll be the other way round, trust me."

I just laughed, as we got closer to the line. We were about halfway, the line is so long, but quite a few people were allowed on the ride at a time.

"So, can we go on all the big rides, eat, then the small rides?" I asked.

"Sounds good. But, -uh, one thing.. I kind of just really hate heights, so if we can just like, not go on.."

"The ferris wheel? No! We have to! Elliot! That's my favorite!" I clasped my hands together. We were meant to go in and it be all cutesy and relationship goals. How can we do that if he's freaking out about plummeting to his death?!

"I promise I won't rock the cart. We can sit so still, I promise. I've been in one so many times, and I'm fine!" I persuaded him.

He sighed. "Fine, but you'll owe me." He winked. Ew. Boys.

I grinned anyway. We get to go on the ferris wheel! We were close to the ride now, it was almost our turn. Elliot looked a little queasy.

"Can we, uh.. go now? It's not too late." Elliot looked back behind him.

"We can't go now, it'll disrupt people. Cmon, you say you weren't scared." I've come to realize that Elliot is actually quite boring when it comes to adventure parks/fayres.

We stepped onto the platform, and stood up on the little box like the staff informed us to. We pulled the seat on over the top of us. Definitely no going back now, seeing as you weren't allowed to get off at this time.

Elliot looked like he was going to be sick. "3....2....1....Are you ready? GO!" An automated voice called out.

The ride started off so slowly, going upwards, and I was holding Elliot's hand the whole time. He gripped tightly, so much it almost hurt, but I never said anything.

It reached the top, and then it fell. It went to fast, I could barely hear Elliot through that and the wind blowing in our faces. I screamed a little, but barely.

He'd let go of my hand now, instead he was gripping the seat. I saw a camera in the corner of my eye, and attempted to pout. I knew well enough now that they capture us on screen so we could buy the photo if we wanted to after.

The ride ended in no more than 30 seconds, and I could not stop laughing. The staff lifted the seat off of us, and I stood up to step off of the platform, but Elliot didn't.

He looked petrified. "Elliot." I laughed. "The ride's over babe,"

He nodded and slowly got up, before diving on me. "I'm going to get you!" I ran down the stairs, nudging into a few people and then apologizing to them.

"That was horrible! Never again! I'm choosing the next ride!" He declared. I sighed, but let him since I just put him through that. The little cart next to the ride was still showing the pictures of ours, and I decided I wanted to see what Elliot's face was like.

I had managed to pout in time for the picture, but poor Elliot was screaming his head on it. It was too funny not to buy. So I did, much to Elliot's protests.

I stuffed it into my little satchel and moved on to the ride Elliot wanted to go on. A little baby ben 10 one. Cute.

But when we got on it, Elliot had refrained from telling me that it went super fast. "That was not for kids!"

He just laughed. I guess that was payback.

We went on a few more rides, with a little break in between each, and the lines seemed to be so long. This place is very popular.

"Stay right here." Elliot said, and then ran. I was going to go after him but was afraid I'd lose him in the sea of people, and then he wouldn't know where I was because I'd moved.

10 minutes later, he came back holding candy floss.

I LOVE CANDY FLOSS.

He held a pink one out to me, and had a blue one for himself. I never even knew blue candy floss existed.

It melted on my tongue and I moaned a little.

"Don't get too excited there," he said and I shoved his shoulder.

"Shut up!"

For the rest of the day, we met up with Hayden for lunch, and chilled out on the little field. Families and couples and best friends were everywhere, some with traditional picnic blankets, others running about, the occasional 9 year old doing a cartwheel.

And then I realized that this place was shutting in an hour. And we still hadn't been on the ferris wheel.

And I'm not letting Elliot forget either.

He whinged, he moaned and he tried so hard to get me to change my mind. But I'm not giving up. I'm going to show him that there's nothing to be afraid about.

And 15 minutes later, we were travelling up the ferris wheel.

We were sat on the seat, not moving an inch. The wind rocked us a little, but not much as it had seemed to stop and the sun was shining.

"Not that bad, is it?" I said. "Told you!" And then I stood up. It rocked a little more.

"Sit down!!" He ordered, but I shook my head.

"No, no. It's fine, cmon, stand up."

"What is this thing like... breaks?" He whispered.

I shook my head, "It's not going to."

He stood up slowly, gripping my hands. I wrapped my arms round his waist for moral support and looked up. But he was looking down, and we made eye contact.

Neither of us looked away.

And then he lent down.

And I tilted my face upwards.

And we kissed.

"That was definitely worth the fear," He said.

**

A/N- Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, I'm so proud lol I wrote this in a day n it's the longest chapter I've ever done haaaaaaaaaaaaa hooray.

I feel like I have a little writers block now idk what to do for their summer romance so if u have any ideas please comment them bc all ideas are needed right now.... I have a bank holiday tomorrow which means no school but bc of this writers block idk if im gonna update and stuff

I have my french home work to do n all that but idk i might start writing a new chapter and update some time tuesday or wednesday.....

Btw im reading a rlly good fanfic which ive read like in 5 days and her updates are super super long and shes such a nice author so yea its called "Started with a Lie" and you should all go read it and follow her bc its really good yay so go do that, its @indiecigars

I love you all stay fabulous xoxoxo