The Last Summer

Chapter 20

I slept over that night at Hannah's. There's been no word on my mom, and it's really frustrating.

I wake up to my laptop bleeping. I groan and open my eyes. I squint in the blinding morning light slipping through the curtains. I wipe my eyes and slowly get off the bed to retrieve my laptop. I try my best not to wake Hannah, even though she sleeps like a rock.

I fish my laptop out of my bag. When I open it, it lights up. My notifications say I got an email. I log in with my eyes squinting tightly. I don't pay attention with my half awake mind and click right on the new email.

"Dear Macy Lanche,

Congratulations! You have made the Missouri Film Academy soccer team! Practices begin on August 10th and will continue daily. We hope to see you with the rest of the team. Games will be held Mondays and Wednesdays, Fridays too if needed. The first game of the season is August 31st. Congrats, again, and I hope to see you on the 10th!

Sincerely,
Allison Alden
Head coach"

I'm wide awake now. My eyes are wide at what I just read. I squeal as quiet as I can at this news. I jump back on the bed and shake Hannah.

"Hannah! Wake up! Hannah!" I shake her even harder.

She groans and turns over on her back. "It's too early for this," she mumbles.

"It's only ten thirty," I say. "And guess what?" I squeal again out of excitement.

Hannah sits up ad wipes her eyes. "What?" she groans.

"I made the soccer team!"

Her eyes widen at this. "What? That's amazing! And of course you made it! You're amazing!"

I beam at this. "I wouldn't say amazing..."

She sighs. "Oh come on! You have the highest scoring number in eastern Missouri! And what's this deal with sports at a film school? I've never understood that."

"Well I think it's because the college isn't a big deal, so it's like there's more than film classes. It's kind of good in terms of athletics because somehow this college is one of the best in the state when it comes to sports and film studies."

"Then you'd think the college would be a bigger deal." Hannah rolls her eyes.

(Disclaimer- I don't know if the college is real. I made it up.)

"I know right."

We talk more on the soccer team, our voices gradually rising in excitement. Well, mine is. Hannah is still slowly waking up.

"Will you all shut up?" Jenna yells from her room.

"No!" Hannah yells back. I hear Jenna groan from the other room.

"You guys have such a healthy sibling relationship," I say jokingly. They may not show it, but Hannah and Jenna have the best sibling relationship I've really ever seen. Jason and his siblings are adorable too. He's so nice to Katie and Mike, it's almost unnatural. Is it possible that it makes me like him even more?

"So do you want food?"

Hannah's words snap me out of my internal monologue. "Yeah, sure," I say to act polite. Of course I want food.

I follow her down to the kitchen. She goes in the fridge while I get out the cups. I know where everything is here. I practically live here. "Plates or bowls?" I ask her.

"Uh, plates," she responds.

I grab two plates out of the cabinet and set them on the island in the middle of the kitchen. She pulls a pizza box out of the fridge. "Pizza?" I question.

"Yup," she says. "The best breakfast ever."

I laugh and grab a piece. I take a bite, savoring the delicious taste of cold leftover pizza. Don't judge.

"So when are you telling Jason the big news?" Hannah asks.

I hold up a finger signaling to let me finish the pizza in my mouth. "Probably today. I want to tell him in person to see his reaction."

Hannah smiles. "You two make the cutest couple. You guys are my OTP."

I smile. We finish our pizza before heading back upstairs. When we get in her room, I take a short, casual glance out her window at Jason's.

"You should go tell him now," Hannah says.

I turn around to look at her. "I don't want to be rude and leave." It's true. I feel kind of guilty for not spending as much time with Hannah before Jason moved here.

"No, please. Go tell him. You're going to tell him one way or another," she insists.

I ponder this for a moment before making my decision. "Okay. I'll go now."

Hannah claps her hands. "You go get 'em tiger! Let's get you dressed."

"I don't have to be dressed nice just to tell him this," I say.

"I know, but look at what you're wearing now."

She has a point. Right now I'm wearing jersey shorts and an old sweatshirt that doesn't irritate my arm as much.

"Okay, fine. But the fanciest I'm getting is short shorts and a t-shirt," I insist.

Hannah lets out a loud sigh. "Fine."

Considering most of my clothes are still at my house, we had to settle with shorts and a t-shirt supporting my high school. It seems like forever ago since I went there. Thank God I don't have to go back. At least, I don't think I have to.

I slip my phone in my pocket. "I'm going now," I tell Hannah.

"You go Glenn Coco!" she yells back.

I laugh at her response and walk out the door. The sun rays hit me, warming me instantly. Thankfully, I wore sunglasses. I stroll down the driveway and begin going across the street. It's about eleven thirty, so Jason should be up. I make my way up his driveway when I notice an unfamiliar car parked in the driveway. His parents must be home.

I walk up the steps and ring the doorbell. It takes a couple of seconds before someone answers. A woman with red hair and blue eyes opens the door. She's wearing jeans and a t-shirt. "Can I help you?" she asks.

"Yeah, I was looking for Jason."

"Are you Macy?" she asks.

I nod. "Oh sweetie, he just left saying he was looking for you at your job," she says. "I'm his mother, Rachel"

"Oh," I say. "Nice to meet you."

"The feeling is mutual," she says, giving me a warm smile. She looks at my bandaged arm. "Oh, sweetie, what happened?"

"Oh, uh, extreme sunburn," I lie.

"Ahh."

"I can just stop by another time," I say.

"Okay, I'll tell him you stopped by."

"Thanks." I smile and walk away. She closes the door behind me.

His mother seems nice. I walk back to Hannah's house. Before I enter, I text Jason that I'm not at work and to call me when he gets back. I walk back into the house and march up to Hannah's room. She practically jumps at me when I enter.

"So how'd it go? What did he do?" she asks.

"Relax, Hannah, it's not like he said he loves me or anything. He wasn't even home."

She perks up when I say that, but sulks back down when I say he wasn't even home. "But then what happened?"

"Well, his mom answered, so I met her," I say. "She's really nice. So, yeah, apparently Jason thought I would be at work today, so that's where he is now."

Hannah snorts unattractively. "Doof."

I glare at her before I start giggling myself. Hannah and I spend the whole day together, me awaiting Jason to get home.