Peace, Smiles & Cotton Candy 1

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Hey! :)

This story is a sequel to Life, Love & Cupcakes. HOWEVER, it can be read by itself; any references to LL&C will be explained. Also, since I am Australian, it will be set in (you guessed it!) Australia. :)

As for the blurb (is that what it's called? :P), I didn't know how to describe this story quite yet, so I just put in a little excerpt. ;)

Enjoy! <3


   "Truth or dare, Bek?" Sam asked, holding me closer to his chest underneath the wooly blanket. I grinned and tried to ignore the feeling of the rocking boat beneath me.

   "Truth," I answered.

   "Hmm." He took one of his hands off my back and stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Would you ever...kiss a monkey?"

   "Of course," I laughed. I placed my hand on the back of his head, brought his lips down to mine, and kissed him softly. "See?"

   It took him a while to get my joke, but when he did, he stopped kissing and pulled away. "Ouch," he chuckled. "Alright, then. Your turn."

   "Okay," I giggled. "Truth or dare?"

   After a few seconds of pondering, he answered, "Truth."

   It didn't take me long to think of a question. After all, I'd been wanting to ask it for the whole night, and this was probably the best opportunity. "Why did you invite me on a boat ride tonight, even though you know I hate boats?" I inwardly cursed myself for being so abrupt, but Sam didn't seem to mind.

   "Because I knew you'd still say yes," he said plainly.

   "Oh?" I sat up and wrapped the blanket around my shoulders. Even though it was late September, a cold Winter chill still hung in the air, and I was only wearing Sam's maroon jersey. "And why were you so sure?"

   "Because you love me." He sat up, too, and took my hands in his. "And loving me is more important than anything."

   "You're so cocky," I laughed. "Alright, I suppose that's true. Your turn."

   "Truth or dare?" he asked slowly, saying it like an overused mantra.

   "Dare," I said bravely.

   "Hmm," he grinned. "Give me a minute to think."

   I nodded and sat back while he thought. My fingers found their way to my silver necklace, and I smiled while I turned the heart-shaped charm in little circles. Sam had given it to me as an apologetic gift ten months ago, and I'd barely taken it off since. Since he was otherwise distracted, I couldn't help but stare at him. He had changed so much in the last ten months; his once shaggy brown hair was now short and fuzzed, he had grown much taller, and three weeks on a rehabilitation camp had left him tanned and muscled. If it wasn't for his stunning blue eyes, I probably wouldn't even recognise him anymore.

   His style had changed, too. While he used to love wearing casual tank tops and shorts, he now went for tight jeans and sporty shirts. Even tonight, the first night we'd spent together in weeks, he'd opted to wear trackies and a football jersey.

   On the other hand, I hadn't changed much at all. I was still tall and slim, with grassy green eyes and clear olive skin. My wavy brown hair was still the same, except it now reached my waist and sported a thick side fringe. And my style? In cold weather like this, skinny jeans and loose jumpers. Usually.