Vacation

Chapter 2

A/N

Hope I didn't take too long with this! My motivation was 📈 and 📉, 📈,📉

So here's chapter 2, I cooked on the first half. Idk about the second half.

Also the 'summer to do-list' meant to be crossed out (like there would have been a line striking through the points), but fanfic doesn't allow that format. So I just put 'x's at the end. (Pretend it's crossed out)

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Summer To-Do List

Date night at drive in theatre x

Stargaze together on rooftop x

Romantic walk on the beach at sunset x

Share an ice cream from Wanderlust x

Rent and ride bikes by the coast of the beach x

Kiss at the top of the ferris wheel at Pacific Park x

That's what I get for revolving my entire summer around a boy. Brittany thought to herself with a sigh as she struck through the last plan in her summer to-do list.

How did it all go so wrong so fast? Just moments before her dream summer was within reach, it vanished from her grasp. It almost felt poetic in a way. Not that she knew much about poetry she never paid attention in class, but she considered this alteration was a sign of karma. She begrudgingly admits that she was losing a lot of her life to a boy who had none to give back. All her time and all her mind focused on him. She had quit her job to make time for them, and she paid no mind to school to keep them in her thoughts. He assured her she wasn't making mistakes, 'Could rich people really make mistakes that can't be solved with money?' She remembered he told her once. But he was the one with the generational wealth, and she was the one making the mistakes. A boy she envisioned to be so perfect that he created imperfections in everything else, so perfect that he deemed her not perfect enough for him. She really was pathetic for thinking he was the one.

So she sat with her list of crossed off couple activities. Head knocking against the glass window in the backseat of the car she was passengering in. If she looks at it from a stranger's perspective, it would seem as if she was holding a list completed. On her way home from finishing the very last activity of her very short list. That would be a much better reality, and she wouldn't correct them even if they were wrong. It's better to keep up admirable appearances than admit the unfortunate actuality. Pity doesn't come without gossip. She knows this all too well.

The California heat was at its midday peak, overpowering even the AC's. In the wave of mirages, Brittany could begin to see familiar palm trees lined up towards a very familiar street. Each tree they passed, the closer she was to beginning her summer. She could already feel the anxious excitement to greet her beloved mother. To see her sweet slanted smile and silver updo. And as the trees were thinning out, and the last few turns were taken, she was returned to her memories of riding down this street as the white suburban house came to view.

"I was hoping for a mansion." 12 year old Brittany stood with her arms crossed facing an antiquated house.

It was old, yes, but it also appeared to have quite a bit of property, not to the extent of a mansion, but it definitely wasn't a small house. The victorian-style exterior imposed it with an eccentric personality, it was indeed not like the other houses on the street. However, it was not a very impressive building overall. Much of the house paint was chipped or chipping. The white flanks that outlined the windows and porch were yellowing, and the porch itself looked worn. It was surrounded by far too many bushes and flowers. Anyone could guess this home belonged to a crazy elderly woman. Looking at it standing right next to the Seville's larger, colonial-style residence, Miss Miller's seemed to have backtracked a century or two.