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“You hear that, even she knows I'm better than you,” said Hugo when Lucky admitted to Monty being a lost cause.

There was always a way Hugo could make himself feel superior but at the moment he was stuffed at the very back of the van with Chandler. There was nothing superior in being kicked out of the passenger seat, having to crawl past Lucky and Landon because they were taking all the room, and ending up in the back. Instead he looked at Chandler and smiled.

He was one of the few people who knew all about Chandler's special past and difficulties. So he quietly asked, “How are you doing?” It wasn't a questions he would casually ask anyone, because his tone held care and affection. He loved Chandler very much and hated to know that she was suffering deep down. For his friends he would do anything, he couldn't help needing to assist them in their time of need.

Dillon was still laughing at Lucky's truth speaking about Monty. She also couldn't look as Monty's grumpy face without giggling. He clearly just had his ego broken and Hugo never helped with that. Dillon reached over to Monty and ruffled his hair.

“By the way I never thanked you for the minibus,” Dillon took her eyes off the road for a second and whispered a thank you to Monty then answered Lucky's question, “Well, we are going to Porthcurno beach which will be only one or two hours from Plymouth where we will get a ferry to France. That's as far as my plan goes.”

Porthcurno was at the very tip of the bottom left side of England which meant that the road trip would be long since they were leaving from London. Dillon let Monty take care of the music and everyone else did what they did. For Hugo, sleeping what what he did. He wasn't all that good at long trips he always found sleeping was the best way to get through it. Since Dillon was driving she tried to take in everything she was seeing. She was planning on writing a journal of their trip.

After the long drive they arrived at Porthcurno Beach, it was around 3p.m. So there was plenty of time to set camp and swim in the cold ocean water. Dillon parked the minibus at the first spot she could find. There were quite a lot of people at the beach because all students, especially college students had no more class. It was summer time and some cold water as a gift.