Coffee Shop Love

Chapter 1

Never in my whole seventeen years of existence have I felt so much anger and annoyance as I do right this very second. Apparently that last trip to Mr. Owenton was the one that tipped my parents off the edge and confirmed their final decision to ship me off to my Grandma's for the summer. I guess it wouldn't have been so bad if she didn't live in the middle of nowhere where teenagers are a rare species.

Grandma Sybil lives in the quiet little town of Summerset, such a sweet name for a sweet holiday town, note the sarcasm. I haven't been down many times but from the times I have I was bored within the first ten minutes of my arrival, my Grandma tends to come down to us so I've never had any need to actually enjoy the peaceful town. I think the town in its entirety has one main high street which consists of about twelve to fourteen shops, small clusters of holiday homes and local homes, a few arcades and a beach with a pier full of holiday shops such as more arcades, cafés and other things that people actually find entertaining.

I look down at my phone checking the time before turning up my headphones and switching the song to 'Ashley' by Escape The Fate bobbing my head slightly to the beat of the music. I gave an elongated sigh as I figured we still had another forty five minute drive ahead of us.

"Evan please stop sighing, we're only doing this for your own good," My mom pleaded her tone soft like she was disappointed to see me go.

"Whatever mom," I shrugged as I dismissed her off not wanting to talk, I just wanted to enjoy my music and wallow in my own self-pity as I thought of all the stuff I've done this year that's got my ass landed in this situation.

"Evan don't talk like that towards your mother, you know she's right hopefully being in this quiet area will help you figure yourself out more." My dad said in his 'tone of authority', well that's what he liked to call it, I liked to call it his 'whipped' tone as he only uses it when he's sticking up for my mom. My mom gave him a tight smile of gratitude before grabbing his free hand and interlocking their fingers together.

"Yeah as if that will change me," I scoffed turning my attention back to my music not bothering to hear a reply as I put the volume on the maximum and looked out of the window. This is going to be a long, long ride.

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As I anticipated that ride felt at least twenty minutes longer than it actually was but alas we are here in the tiny town of dread, Summerset. It even has that holiday name. This is not a holiday; this is my own personal version of Hell.

We pulled up outside of a small two story sandstone cottage with an old fashioned thatched roof with a white porch that hung nicely around the front door of the home; all of this was situated inside a small white picket fence which matched the white porch. All in all it looked like a very cliché holiday cottage but the owner was none other than my loving eighty year old Grandma.

Delightful.

After a few more seconds of contemplating I finally decided to turn off my music and make my way to the house which was going to be my home for the next few weeks. Before I could make it out of the car my mom turned around and caught my wrist as she had one more thing to say to me before shipping me off.