Summer Love

Chapter 13: Sarah's Brithday

Sarah: It was now late July and my birthday was quick aproaching. In fact I only had a week until July 22, which is my birthday. I had told Louis this, but didn't bother to remind him time and time again. I mean for gosh sakes, we had only known eachother two months. He didn't need to do anything for it.

Louis: Sarah's birthday was a week away and i was determined to give her the perfect gift. So, one day as we sat in the Hideout over a game of Go Fish (You never outgrow that game) I asked. "So what do you want for your birthday?" I asked, "And do you have any queens."

"Go fish," Sarah said, "And I don't want anything. Do you have any sixes?"

"You have to want something," I said, handing over my six.

"I want your 10," Sarah said, giggling.

"Go fish. Come on. Nothing?" I said. Sarah drew a card from the deck.

"Yes!" she said, laying down another pair, "To both."

I rolled my eyes, "So your saying there is nothing I could possibly give you."

"Yep," Sarah said, "Other than your Jack."

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The next day before Sarah came down the stairs I asked Sarah's mom the same question, "What should I give Sarah for her birthday."

"Are you guys dating?" she asked.

"Yeah I guess," I told her.

"Okay. Because I always try to ask Sarah and all she does is smile and walk away," Sarah's mom said.

"Can we stay on topic?" I asked, hoping it didn't come off rudly.

"Um," Sarah's mom said, "To tell you the truth I still don't know after the 17 years I've known her."

"What is she into?" I asked.

"Filming. Sometimes writing," Sarah's mom said.

"Writing huh," I said. Sarah's mom nodded. I got my idea.

"Thanks for the help," I said. That was when Sarah came down the stairs.

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That night I found a beautiful blank book, the book was brown and leather-ish (as in not real leather. I wasn't a world famous singer with money coming out my ears then), with gold decals. It looked amazing. On the first page I took out a picture of us and pasted it there. We were smiling and Sarah was looking dreamily into my eyes and I to her. I really don't remember when the picture was taken. I flipped to t next page and grabbed pen. I started writing:

When I met you I wasn't looking for anything.

Maybe just some stupid summer hookup.

I never expected to find a friend but I did.

Later, I only expected to have a summer friend but instead you made it something more.

I never expected to find a summer girlfriend but I did

Finally I thought you had done everything you could

But I was wrong

I never expected to find a summer love

But I did

I looked at my work. This was perfect.

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The next day, I took Sarah to a restraunt. When I found her at the door, I saw her in a pink sundress with white floral patteren. Her hair was thrown into a side bun with a pink flower pushed into it. She looked amazing.

"Hey," she said. It took me a moment to remember this was the same girl I had been dating for the past month. Wow I found myself thinking Only a month and I'm in love with her.

Once she and I were at the table I pulled out her chair like any gentleman.

"Thanks," she said.

"So how has your birthday been so far?" I asked her.

"Good," she said, "I mean okay. I guess its, um, different." I nodded understandingly.

"So how does it feel to be 17," I asked.

"The same," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Nothing totally awesome?" I asked, "I mean your a big bad 17 year old." Sarah rolled her eyes again. "Uh oh," I said, "Second eye roll of the night people! Now that she's 17 she's too good for this stuff!"

"Shut up!" Sarah shrieked, seeing a few poeple look over at us. I laughed. Sarah laughed harder.

Sarah: I didn't know what Louis had planned. I didn't know if he had a gift, but, I genuinly hoped he didn't. I mean I'm not going to say I'd complain if he did, but I also didn't want that awkward feeling from me not knowing when his birthday was. Anyway. After we finished our food we paid and left. He took me to our place of choice, the beach. We walked along the tide, occasionally getting our feet wet from the waves. He held my hand and we just walked and chatted. I felt myself fall into convorstion with him the way I always did, with ease. A part of me never wanted to let go of his hand. When he was holding my hand he may as well have had electrical wiring in his hand, shocking me. It was filled with electricity. That was how everything was with him. A part of me was starting to question he if he wasn't telling me he was a robot.

"Sarah?" Louis asked, pulling me out of my thoughts of Louis as a robot.

"Yeah?" I asked, looking at him. His blue eyes were thoughtful.

"Do you, um, want to sit in the shade here?" Louis asked. I nodded. Once we were seated Louis pulled a little gift from his pocket. He handed it to me, "Open it." I tore off the paper and looked at it. It was a small book. Like the size of picture. I opened the cover to find a picture of the two of us. He had taken it while we were on our little road trip. I turned to the next page, reading the words he had scrawled in his messy handwriting. I felt as though my heart was about to fly away from my body. I bit my lip and smiled.

"Louis," I whispered, my voice bearly above a whisper, "Thank you. I love you Louis, I really do." I hugged him, then kissed him.

"And I wanted you to know the same thing," Louis said. I blushed. Then I kissed him again, letting us fall into the sand.