“BRIAN!!! HURRY THE FUCK UP!” My scream echoes through the loft as I all but throw my duffel bag out the door, listening to it go thump, thump, thump ‘til it reaches the bottom of the stairs. Well, that’s one way to do it. I turn about in annoyance, hand on my denim clad hip as my vans hit off the hardboard flooring in my walk to the bedroom where Brian’s double checking he has everything. Rubbing my temples, a habit I picked up from the label queen himself, I roll my eyes as I grab his bag, zipping it up and throwing it out the door after mine, narrowly missing Daphne’s head. “Hey Jus, watch it!” “Sorry Daffy, but SOMEONE won’t hurry the hell up and is going to make us LATE!” I think Brian’s allergic to the word late as .2 of a second later, he’s ushering us all out at speed, setting the alarm and shutting the door. “Oh praise Jesus…” I mumble, heading down the stairs where our bags now lie in a heap on the floor, blocking the door, through which Mikey is watching us. Zipping up my Jumper, I dive into the backseat of his car, Daphne close behind who slams the door behind her. Soon we’re on our way, my friend and I sitting in the back singing songs ranging from Iron Maiden and Guns and Roses to….Gareth Gates. I know, we’re insane. Brian’s having a good old bitch about having to sleep in a tent with two teenagers so I catch Michael’s eyes in the mirror and make a face directed at my lover as the car pulls into the parking area. Ahhh…good times. Oh poor Brian looks ready to die off. Did I forget to mention to him we were going by bus? Heh heh oops… I’m evil. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I lead the way to the stand we need to be at. I haven’t been here since…the last time I ran away to New York, I had to get a bus to the airport. “JUSTIN!?” My head snaps round, my body leaning back so I can peer round Daphne, “DIV!” I yell back, heading over to him with Daphne in tow, Brian lagging behind with Michael. “Dude, how are you? I haven’t seen you since…” he trails off but he doesn’t have to finish that sentence. We both know it was the Prom. “I’m awesome Div, you?” I answer, sighing at my girl-friend before sending her off to retrieve our dawdling adult. “Not to shabby thanks, oh my god…who’s the hunk?” I blink, “The hulk?” “No Justin, HIM!?” he says, pointing behind me at the approaching Brian. I didn’t even have to turn around to know that. “Oh him? That’s just Brian”, I say, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably in trying to keep the smile off my lips. “Just Brian eh? Is that why you’re smiling like a fucking goon?” came the voice of Siobhan, Div’s girlfriend. I blushed slightly, feeling a pair of strong arms wrap round my waist from behind, rendering my argument redundant as I leant back into his touch. “Bri, this is David and Siobhan, also known as Div and Sib, I went to Saint James with them”, I say with a nod. Realisation appears in their eyes; they recognise him from the Prom. “LAST CALL FOR PASSENGERS TRAVELLING TO SAN FRANSISCO!” Daphne squeals and grabs my hand, yanking me along behind her as she drags me on the bus, “BYE MIKEY!! BEHAVE! DON’T DO ANYTHING I WOULDN’T!” I yell, disappearing into the noisy bus with Brian close behind. We grab a row of seats, Brian and Daphne sitting down while I sit across their laps. Well mainly in Brian’s but Daphne has my feet. Many of the teens are drunk already and as I’m passed a can of beer from Div, I realise it’s gonna be a loooooong journey.