Sunburn (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

Summer (Part 11)

Summer got off of the plane and took a taxi home. She hadn't realized how much she missed home until now, when she's falling down into the comfort of her bed.

After a while, she unpacks and gets into some warm pajamas since it isn't hot here. It's freezing.

She thought that it would be good to leave the beach and have a few days to herself... But it's ridiculously quiet. And she's completely alone.

She's staring at the phone, even though she knows that Art isn't going to call. He's engaged. He'll get married soon. He doesn't need some 18-year-old girl getting in the way of things...

Right when she thinks this, her phone rings, and Art's name pops up on her phone.

Summer looks at it for a moment. She shouldn't answer it. She should be mad at him. She should never speak to him again.

Tears fall down her face when she declines the call and blocks the number.

He isn't hers. He never really was.

She wipes her eyes and lays down in bed. She doesn't sleep that night.

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It's been five years since she's been to the beach house. Five years since she's seen her cousins. Five years since she's spoken to Art.

After college, Summer moved to New York and got a job as a PA at a huge company. She enjoys it and it pays well, but it's probably not something she'll do forever.

She wakes up early every morning. Today is no different. She gets up and gets ready and then heads out into the cold New York City morning, hopping on the subway to get to work.

She stops by a coffee shop and gets herself and her boss one, then goes into the building and takes the elevator to the top floor.

She unlocks the main door then unlocks her boss's door, since she has to go through it to get to the connected room that her desk is in.

She jumps when she realizes he's at the desk, asleep.

She sighs and glances at the clock.

She then looks at his schedule and rearranges a few things so that he can go home early since he was obviously up all last night working.

Summer walks over to his desk after that. "Felix." She says. No answer. "Felix!"

He jumps. "Shit! What time is it?!"

"It's 7:30AM- I can't believe you slept here again. How many times have I told you-"

"I know, I know." He says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Felix is a hardworking, handsome man that is an amazing co-owner of this place and every girl that works here has a crush on him. Summer can see why- he's rich and elusive, which most girls like for some reason.

"Drink your coffee. I rearranged some things so you can go home at lunch."

He glares at her. "I told you not to spend your money on me."

She rolls her eyes. "Our meeting is in 30 minutes, alright?"

He sighs. "You're a saint, Summer."

She smiles a little, then goes back to her desk.

After fixing his clothes and everything, Felix and Summer start walking to the conference room.

"God, I need a shower." He complains, taking a hand through his slightly messy hair.