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Edward's POV

"It's raining." I commented as we stood on the Galway docks.

"Of course it's raining, we're in the fucking West of Ireland!" Jasper said, the strings of his hooded parka pulled tight around his face, his hands buried in the pockets.

Sheets of rain pelted us in the face as we watched the approaching car ferry draw gradually closer.

"The Beast won't make it all the way across Europe." I said, ignoring his attitude. I knew bad weather made him narky, he had grown up with Southern sunshine. He'd get over it once he got used to the climate, and would probably be begging me to jump in puddles with him later tonight.

I stood closer to him, unwilling to sacrifice warmth to hold his hand, the fur trim of my own parka was soaked, and dripped in my eyes as I threw my head back to look at the dark clouds, "We're not paying to ship it home anyway."

Finally the ferry docked, and we boarded. We wandered between the long lines of cars until we found the white Fiesta tucked into a corner behind an SUV. The heater was one of the very few things in the Beast that worked, so we shed our coats and climbed in quickly, turning the dial up full blast.

Edward slumped back against the seat as I began the routine of jump starting the car, fumbling beneath the steering wheel, "Where are we going first?"

"Emm, hostel first I think. Drop off the stuff, then maybe a pint?"

"That sounds good." I could tell from his voice that he was utterly exhausted, "We have bad luck with flights."

"That's because we never arrive on time for check ins." I reminded him as The Beast roared to life, the exhaust emmitting huge clouds of smoke. I sometimes thought we were responsible for half the world's global warming problems.

We attracted several looks as we drove off the ferry, several people emerged coughing and spluttering from the black trail we let behind. Our hostel was situated in Galway city, and hadn't looked too dodgy from their website. Our funds were limited, and we were prepared for the best of the worst.

We found a pub on the first street we turned onto, Kearn's. Eager to get out of the rain and the dark, we quickly dodged between lines of cars, dashing through puddles.

I ordered two pints of Guinness, feeling terribly tourist like. When in Rome .. I argued with myself. There were plenty of locals downing glasses of the black stuff around us. There was a small space towards the back of the room that had been cleared as a sort of dance floor, there were a few couples swaying without rhythm on the worn boards.

Edward thanked the bar man who raised an eyebrow, "American?"

"That obvious?" He chuckled as he sipped at the foamy white head, leaving a line above his top lip. I wiped it and then sucked on my finger, grinning.

At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw killer and a thief
And I slowed down only to sow my grief

Edward looked at me, his eyes shining, "Outlaw Pete."

"Whoever runs your jukebox has good fucking taste." I complimented the bar man.

"That'd be me, thank you very much." He replied, beaming that he had found two kindred Springsteen spirits.

Edward nodded to him, "I had Working On A Dream on repeat for the whole flight."

"If you guys are hanging around for the rest of the night, karaoke starts at eleven." He advised us.

I looked at Edward, "Let's do it, we haven't sung together in ages, unless you count power ballads and pancakes."

"I don't." He replied embarrassed, the bar man was clearly still listening.

"Got a guitar?" I asked.

"We've a few old acoustics in the storeroom I think, but you'd have to tune them."

"No problem." Edward said eagerly, running his hands through his hair.

"What do you want to sing?" I asked, finishing off my pint.

"Why don't we make it interesting? Forget singing together, we're doing this head to head." Jasper said, his eyebrows wiggling like a vaudeville villian.

"And who'll judge?" I questioned.

"Emm . . What's your name?" Jasper turned to the barman.

"Danny." He supplied, "And I'd be happy to judge."

"I don't know you, but I want you all the more for that,
Words fall through me and always fool me, and I can't react"

Jasper's voice was deep and beautifully gravelly.

"And games that never amount to more than they're meant
Will play themselves out"

His fingers plucked softly at the chords as his eyes met mine across the crowded room.

"Take this sinking boat and point it home we've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now"

I allowed my head to lean on my hand, my elbow propped against the bar top. His voice grew stronger as it reached the chorus.

"Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won"

I began the applause, as he gently strummed the final notes, and it grew louder and louder as people came too from the trance his voice had weaved.

"On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes."

I really enjoyed singing, although I'd never really sang in front of people until I met Jazz. I had been singing along to my iPod one evening as I made a sandwich, he had been standing in the doorway unbeknown to me that Esme had let him in when I failed to hear the doorbell. My immediate reaction had been blushing, we hadn't been going out long, I wasn't too sure what he'd have thought.

But, to my surprise, he loved it. And the following Saturday we went busking in town.

"And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."

"Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?"

Our singing styles were incredibly different, whereas Jasper favoured the smoky bar tone, I was much more soulful, along long ringing notes to escape me.

I plucked the final notes, and the bar erupted. I could see Jazz standing beside Danny, his face beaming with pride.

"So," I crossed my arms on the table top, "I think we have a clear winner."

Jazz kissed my cheek, "Yeah, me."

"Dream on. You owe me a pint."

"I could think of a better payment." Jasper whispered, his evening stubble grazing my cheek.

I raised an eyebrow, "Then let's get going."

Despite it only being nine o' clock, the hostel was locked when we returned. We pounded on the door for twenty minutes i the pouring rain before a very disgruntled old women pulled it open, "What do you want!" She barked.

"Err, we're staying here? We book in earlier?" I said, uncertain as to whether or not we had accidentally gone to the wrong hostel.

"And what time do you call this?" Her many chins wobbled as she shouted.

She was oblivious to the fact that we were soaked to the skin.

"Nine o' clock?" Offered Jasper, glancing at his watch.

"Exactly. Now, get in, and don't expect the door to be answered after eight tomorrow evening."

And with that she turned on her hell and strode back into the house. We shook ourselves like dogs once inside, doing our very best to get as much rain water as possible on her gaudy curtains.

Our room consisted of two single beds and an en suite so small our New York showered seemed like a bath house in comparison. Jasper pulled off his shoes and socks, gently kissing my neck before stripping to his boxers and going to hang up our sopping coats.

As I brushed my teeth, a wave of tiredness hit me. Nothing tired me out more than travelling, except maybe weekend sex marathons with Jazz. I leaned on the sink basin for support, shouting to Jazz that I was redeeming my bet as a cuddle. He didn't reply. I ran my hand over my jaw and decided to leave shaving until tomorrow morning.

When I walked out back the the bedroom I found that he had pushed the two single beds together, and was now lying fast asleep across both. I smiled and crawled onto the creaky bed as quietly as I could, and curled into his side. There was a spare blanket rolled up at the foot of one of the beds, and I threw it over both of us. Soon I was asleep too.

The following morning, we decided to go for a walk in the mountains.

"What do you mean we're lost!" I yelled, turning in circles, the glacial valleys walls surrounding us, "Your fucking father's in the army and he never taught you how to read a compass!"

"I know how to read a compass!" Jasper snapped, "And I know perfectly well where North is, I just have no idea where North is in relation to where we parked the fucking car!"

I slumped to the ground, my long parka stopped the seat of my jeans from getting wet.

"I love how well our holidays always seem to go."

Jasper grinned and leaned over to kiss me, "Some hikers have to come along eventually."

I kissed him back, "Maybe it wouldn't be so terrible if they didn't."


Sorry that was short, just wanted to let you know I haven't dropped off the face of the earth!

Wales next, so PEOPLE OF WALES: inspire me.

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- Ciara