An alteration to the seating plan...

You spent a half hour listening to Placebo and thinking about Lily, you filled in your workbook with your thoughts on the day's memorials. Sam went to sleep - he wasn't the only one.

You found that you were listening to Placebo with a smile on your face. You'd never particularly bothered with them but 'Bruise Pristine' and 'Special K' had your toes tapping and 'Every You, Every Me' got repeated twice. How had that not been in your life?

Mr Robbo disappeared back up the coach to scam sweets from kids but came back with a request.

"Elliott, Millie's got really travel sick and could do with coming up the front til we get back. Sam's asleep so would you mind swapping seats?"

The scenario was like a plot invention from a CHYOA noob. :|

So with Lauren beaming in delight, you passed an ever so slightly green Millie and settled in next to this girl who in about 36 hours had become one of your top 5 fave hotties! Ange was behind you and joked "uh-oh Lauren, are you gonna be okay next to a lad?"

Lauren laughed and said "oh yes! Elliott's my boyfriend!" She was in high spirits and you took the opportunity to ostentatiously hold hands with her to a chorus of "ooohs" surrounding you.

"Oh Lauren, what about Jim!" Giggled Kaitlyn.

"Oh, God, sorry Elliott!" Gasped Lauren, her hand wriggling free of yours. "I have to keep myself pure for Jim!" She put on a mock serious face.

You laughed but had a horrible feeling Lauren had come off the market by text or some shit.

"Who the fuck is Jim?" You exclaimed, feigning (just) offense.

"Jim! The coach driver and love of my life!" Lauren sighed as if infatuated, the girls laughed.

"Did you not see Lauren and Jim after Thiepval Wood?" Ange asked, face scandalised though exceedingly pretty.

"What? Jim? That old fuck? He looks like he's crawled out of a sarcophagus just to make the trip!" You mocked.

"Don't you dare speak about my Jim that way!" Laughed Lauren, failing to keep up the creep pretence.

Ange continued; "he was helping Lauren get out of her wellies."

Kaitlyn was nearly in tears "yeah and help her out of her clothes too!"

Ange's eyes widened as she told you. "Elliott, his dissicated fucking paws were literally all over her!"

You were disgusted but conceded the old fucker looked the sort.

"Best day of my life!" Beamed Lauren, still insistent she'd been a willing participant in what sounded like the Donald Trump approach to courtship. So much for the #metoo movement!

The furore died down and you and Lauren compared your notes on the day for a while. In the last half hour, you chilled out and this incredible bubbly beauty slept peacefully snuggled into your shoulder. You pretended to nod off as well but just inhaled the scent of her hair for a while and got a boner so immense you felt blood vessels might burst down there.

This snapshot of bliss was broken as the coach rumbled back into the town and pulled up outside tonight's restaurant.