Graham
Sitting at the back of the bus, determined to be miserable, I watched the members of the tour group get on for our move to Orlando. I should have been happy. This was the part of the trip I’d been looking forward to the most, Disney World and all that. But I wasn’t happy. I’d fallen out with Will, and my stupid pride wasn’t gonna back down and say sorry.
Will had instantly apologised for snapping at me last night when I’d stayed out with Mark and Casey. But his whining had really got to me. He sounded just like Amy when she hadn’t got her own way over something.
“What bloody business is it of yours?” I’d said.
“Oh, Graham, I’m sorry.” Will said getting out of bed. “s**t, that came out all wrong, I was worried is all. I…”
“Save it, I ain’t interested.” I said heading for the bat
