Summer Break

When I got home I didn't want to carry the groceries in. I just wanted to go in and crawl into my bed. The only thing motivating was the ever growing grumble in my stomach. That, and the fact that Summer had texted me that she was going to be landing soon. I hadn't heard back from Niki yet. 

I spent the next ten minutes hauling in the groceries and putting them away. I'd almost broke a sweat carrying them all in to the house. 

My phone buzzed while I was putting the remainder of the groceries away. I slipped it out of my pocket and saw that Summer was updating me--She was landing. 

I sigh in relief when I realize I could finally call her and tell her what'd happened. Summer loved to hear all the gossip and I was always willing to tell her. 

I text her back and throw my phone onto the couch, waiting for her to call me. In the meantime, I'd started cleaning the kitchen. Working from the sink, to the cabinets, and lastly sweeping the floor. 

I was elbows deep in mop water when my phone buzzed. I frantically stand up, trying my best to not drip the nasty water on the floor and turn the water on and scrub. My hands felt nasty, but I figured I could just wipe my phone off afterwards. 

I sprint to the couch, and practically dive for my phone, just as the last buzz ends. My phone goes dark. I grumble and go to call summer back, but she's beat me to it. I chuckle and answer. 

"Charlie Whitfield!" Summer screams. 

I laugh at her. "I'm quite alright." I tell her. 

She huffs from over the phone. I could hear that she was in the car. She'd told me she was headed to her mother's rental and she already missed home. Apparently during the flight she'd gotten sick and almost crawled off the plane. Her words, not mine. 

Her pilot was cute, the airport was crazy, but the food was worth it. She didn't even let me get a breath in, but that was just summer. I waited for her to finish. She talked about almost everything. Even things I already knew. 

It takes her a lot longer to realize I haven't talked at all. She takes a break from herself and focuses in on me, even though I knew she had more to say. 

"So, do you remember Dylan Spinelli?" I ask. I knew she would, but it wouldn't hurt to ask. 

She gasps in feigned hurt. " Of course I know Dylan. How could I not?" She sarcastically spits. 

I roll my eyes at her and settle myself onto the couch. I would need to get comfortable for this. She wasn't even going to believe me. Well, she was, but I couldn't believe it. 

"I saw him at the grocery store. Literally just now. " I inform. 

She pauses. "...And?" 

"Oh. Uhm, he called me Nipples and then invited me to a party?" I say. Now that I was saying it out loud, it did sound a lot weirder. 

"What?" She screams into the phone. 

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I'd explained to summer multiple times. She seemed to get it by now but she still refused to believe it. He was a 'complete dumbass' was what she called him. I agreed, but he seemed nice enough. Still rubbed me the wrong way. 

"Are we going to ignore the two most important things?" She asks. "He called you that in public, and then he invited you to a party. After a half-assed apology." She adds in. 

I nod, even though she can't see me. 

"AND, we need to make sure you're at that party." She says. I could hear her rustling with something in the background. She'd already made it to the rental and had told me she was in her room.