He was right. We aren't seventeen anymore and we've both grown so much over the past decade. But with everything so up in the air, I'm not sure what to do. Jack still loves me and is willing to work things out, and yet for some reason I told him to try things out with his ex who has been trying to break us up since we first got together. And I can honestly say that for the first time ever I don't feel guilty that I also have feelings for Alex. So maybe now is the right time to act on those feelings.
"So what do you say Summer, wanna take a chance on me?" He asked and I couldn't help but smile.
"I want to, I really do..." I said and he sighed.
"But you still love him." He stated.
"I'll always love him. It's just that I'm more concerned about you. You were so overwhelmed with guilt the last time and I don't want to put that on you."
He took my hand in his. "Because it was a secret, but this time it won't be."
"Can I take some time to think about it?" I asked and he nodded.
"I should be heading out anyways..." he said as he got up from the couch. "I'll call you." I took his hand and kissed it, he smiled. He grabbed his jacket and headed out the door.
My bedroom door swung right open. "And just like that you're back in high school again." Andy said and I shook my head. He went into the kitchen and poured himself a drink. "The last time you were stuck between these men you called me crying and begging me to come to Towson."
I took a sip from my drink. "And you did, and I will always be thankful for that. But this time is different." I stated. He brought his drink over and sat across from me.
"The only difference between now and high school is the colour of your hair. You need to call it quits with one of them or both of them, and it's probably better to choose the latter." He said.
"Do you think I haven't had these thoughts? It's just that they are such a big part of my life, I don't want to make a choice that I'll regret." He placed his hand over mine.
"You have to stop choosing these guys and start choosing yourself. You've been single these last three months for the first time since you were sixteen, it's time that you reap the benefits. You and me are going out tomorrow to a club, and we are going to get blackout drunk and party like we're 21 again."
I smiled. "You're right. All I've been doing is moping about men, it's time for me to take back my life."
We clanked our glasses together, "Then it's decided. It's late so we should probably get some sleep." He stated and I crossed my arms.
"Not so fast mister! You promised me a night full of musical theatre."
He scratched the back of his head and chuckled, "I was hoping you forgot about that."
I shook my head, "At least watch Singing in the Rain with me."
He rolled his eyes, "Alright, but I need another drink."
We ended up staying up all night singing and dancing and laughing. After we watched Singing in the Rain, we enjoyed The Wizard of Oz and The Sound of Music. We finished all of my wine and my neighbors came over to complain about us twice. It was probably around 4am when I said to Andy, "We should probably get some sleep."
He nodded in compliance. I went to get up from the couch but felt dizzy when I got to my feet, I stumbled and sat down again. He chuckled, "Need a little help?" He asked and I giggled and nodded.
He got to his feet, threw me over his shoulder and put me down in my bed. He laid down next to me and I raised my eyebrows.
"You're the smallest person I know, I think you can share your king sized bed with me for one night." He said.
"I guess... just don't hog my blankets." I slurred. I grabbed the camera off my side table and sat up in the bed to take a photo of him.
"That was definitely not my good side." He stated and I laughed.
"No but I wanted a photo to remember tonight, you've been really awesome these past fews months despite my not so fun attitude, so thank you for reminding me how to smile and never giving up on me."
He threw his arms around me and pulled me back down into bed, "You're my best friend, I'd never give up on you."
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Her Name Was Summer
أدب الهواة"We see each other every year... and every time we say goodbye it hurts a little more... I never wanna give him up, but then I remember there's always next summer." -Summer