All Summer Long

Goodbye

We'll say goodbye to the mistakes later.

Ari:

"How about, Logan?" Alex suggested. It was two days before she left for New York. We were all sitting around the table thinking of names for the baby.

"Ooh, I like that," my mom said writing it down.

"How about Herald," Mr. Clare suggested.

"Herald?" My dad exclaimed, "Really Rob? Really?" Mr. Clare shrugged. Alex's mom lightly hit up upside the head. So that's where Alex gets that.

"I still, really like Andrew," I said. My mom nodded.

"Nu-uh," my dad said like a little kid, "Xavier!"

"Where did that come from?" My mom mumbled writing it down.

"How about Alex?" I said.

"Alright," my mother said righting it down. We folded up all the pieces of paper and put them in a cup. My mom picked one piece and my dad picked a piece.

"Alright," my mom said, "if it's a boy, his name will be....Jason Wilber?" We burst out laughing.

"Who ever thought of the name Wilber?" I asked, horrified.

"Robby?" My dad said. He shrugged and my dad rolled his eyes.

"But," my mom said, "if it's a girl, her name will be Hazel Grace." She raised her eyebrows, "That's actually, pretty cool sounding."

"Wait, Hazel Grace is form The Fault in Our Stars," Alex said.

"You know what that means?" I asked grinning.

Thirty minutes later, we were all crowded on the couch with blankets, pop corn, treats, and tissue boxes.

Bye the end of the movie, we were all crying.

"That was so, sad," my mom said blowing her nose.

"How can you guys watch this kind of stuff?" Mrs. Clare wailed.

"That was stupid," my dad said.

"Agreed," Mr. Clare said.

"That's because your heartless," my mom through an empty tissue box at my dad. My dad caught it.

"No," he said, "I don't get emotional over movies."

"Heartless I tell you, heartless!" I exclaimed. My dad chuckled.

"Alright, bedtime," he said. Alex and I ran up the stairs. We got on our pajamas and we sat on the floor. It was something we did almost every night. I'd brush through Alex's hair and then she'd put random braids in mine. While we do this, we talk about random things that's on our minds.

"How do you really feel about leaving?" I asked. Alex shrugged.

"I don't know," she said, "I mean, I don't want to, but I want to at the same time. I wish we could all go to New York. That would be my plan." I laughed.

"Sounds perfect," I said.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to finish packing up everything," Alex said.

"Yes, yes, I'll help you," I said rolling my eyes.

"Your the best," she said.

"I know," I answered. A little after that, we went to sleep.

"Alright, so what should I wear for the long flight?" Alex asked me.

"Um," I said, "not shorts, because those get uncomfortable and it will be a lot cooler there...I'd wear sweatpants and your grey Imagine Dragons T-shirt."