Last Summer

River

All Harper spoke about on the drive home was the dinner with the Cameron's.

"Ugh, I cant believe we get to have dinner with the Cameron's." Harper gushed. I looked out the window of the white BMW. Trees flew by as we drove down the Figure 8 towards mom's house.

Everything looks the same every year. Nothing ever really changes. The same trees, the same big, ritzy houses, the same Kooks.

As my sister pulled into the long driveway, I felt my stomach twist. I hated looking up at the big, white house.

"Ahhh, it's good to be home." Harper took a big breath in as she got out of the car.

"Yeah." I mumbled and walked swiftly past her, in the front door.

"Where are you going?" My mother questioned, coming in the house behind me.

I threw my bag over my shoulder, heading for the stairs.

"Bed, I'm tired. I had a long flight." And with that, I was up the stairs, slamming my bedroom door.

I looked around the large room. My bed, exactly how I left it. My maroon bedspread laid perfectly on the bed. Clothes folded on the dresser.

I groaned, remembering the dinner. My heart started to beat rapidly, thinking about Rafe's intense blue eyes stuck on me. Why did he do that? Why did he stare at me that way? All these questions that all started with "why".

Why?

My head began to hurt. I jumped into bed, my eyes feeling heavy.

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I woke up the next morning, still in yesterday's clothes. I grabbed my phone from my back pocket.

Dead.

Awesome.

I dug through my suitcase looking for my charger.

After finding the charger and plugging my phone in, I jumped in the shower. I smelled like airplane and sand, not a good mix.

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"River! Come down for breakfast please!" My mother called up the stairs. I sat at my vanity, brushing my wet hair.

"Coming!" I called back. I threw my brush down and headed down the long, winding stairs.

"Good morning, guys." I smiled softly. Pancakes and eggs and bacon covered the table. Every juice I could possibly think of. Way too much food.

"Mom, what time is the dinner tonight?" Harper chirped in between bites of pancakes.

"I told them we would be there at 8 o'clock." My mother replied, looking up from her laptop. "There are some dress you girls can go through in my closet if you'd like."

Harper looked up excitedly. She loved excuses to get dress up.

My mind wandered, thinking about the dinner.

Rafe will be there.