The Last Summer

Chapter 2

My first week of work sucked. I already spilled a drink on a customer and I had ketchup stains all over my work clothes. My mom said I'd do the long shifts, so I was there nearly ten hours a day at the most.

After a long day, I decided to go straight to Hannah's. My mom wouldn't care. She hardly pays attention to me anyway.

I pull up in her driveway after a few minutes of singing in the car (with windows up so no one heard me) on the way there. When I'm walking up the steps, I noticed a new family moved into the house across the street. That's good. The house has been for sale for almost a year.

The moving truck blocks part of the view, but I can see a woman holding a little boy's hand. The boy looks about six. There's an older girl running around the yard, maybe nine years old.

I almost turn around, but then a boy around my age walks out the front door to get more boxes. I'm not going to lie, he's cute. His dark brown hair matches perfectly with his blue eyes, but that's all I can capture of him before he escapes behind the truck. I look away so it doesn't look like I'm some psycho.

I knock on the door in a code so the family knows it's me. I don't wait for footsteps and just walk in. I practically live here, plus I know Hannah's here anyway. I go straight up the stairs to her room to see Hannah arguing with her little sister Jenna. Jenna is a fourth grader, soon to be fifth.

"I told you not to go in my closet!" Hannah yells.

"You didn't make that clear," Jenna snaps back.

"Oh, I made it very clear. Never. Ever go in my closet again, or so be it, you won't have any eyes to find it."

I laugh at her threat, earning a small shriek from both of them. "Macy!" Hannah screams. "You scared the living sh-"

"Child in the room!" I interrupt. Hannah has a tendency to curse when she's startled. Oops.

She glares at me. "This isn't over Jenna." She walks out of her sister's room and over to hers, me behind her.

"Long day?" she asks me. "I see you have a new coffee stain."

I look down at my uniform. "Shoot."

Hannah laughs. "By the time the summer's over, you're gonna have that whole thing covered in spilled food. If that's not enough, the stains will get new ones on top of them."

"Hannah, don't gross me out before I've even been working there for two weeks." I snap. "I'd like to see you work there.

She laughs. "Whatever makes you sleep at night."

It's my turn to laugh. We talk like this until her mom tells me it's time to leave. I put my hand on the doorknob and yell goodbye to the family.

When I open the door, my face is greeted with the familiar summer breeze. Summer at sunset is just perfect.

And speak more of perfect. The teenage boy is still carrying in boxes. They must have takes a break. I watch for a second longer before withdrawing my eyes and walking to my car. I spare one more glance and this time, the boy's eyes meet mine. He waves with one hand and sends me a gorgeous smile. I return the wave and drive back home.

AN:

Sorry it's kind of short. I'm rewriting the first few chapters and trying to still make them blend together so the length isn't really playing well on my part.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this.