Golden Secrets of Summer ✰ Rafe Cameron,

Strawberries

Home, 8:42 A.M.

"You ready Jenna?" grandpa called out.'

"Yeah, I'm ready." I responded, tying my shoelaces.

Leaving the house, Grandpa and I began walking towards the farmers' market. It was Sunday, which was basically the farmers' market day in the Outer Banks.

"Alright, the mission for today is to get the best strawberries for our top-sponsor Jenna, and to get the best pineapples for the lady behind it all, Margot." he said.

"Copied." I smiled. "What about that old man, Sam?"

"Ah, the big boss." he paused. "He likes to keep it classic with kiwis."

Farmers' Market, 9:43 A.M.

"Thank you so much." Grandpa smiled, taking a bag of kiwis.

There was a glow on his face.

"Alright, next on the list is strawberries." he said. "Let's go find 'em."

I love walking through the farmers' market. The people all know each-other and they gladly engage in conversation, the food is always delicious, and they always have the coolest displays. Over in New York, we rarely had farmers' markets.

Soon enough, we found someone who was selling strawberries. Grandpa carefully examined each set of the fruit. I also expertly examined them (they all looked the same), but I came to no certain conclusion of which set was the best.

"I heard the best ones are the ones that are a deep red." a voice laughed from where my Grandpa was standing.

I looked up from my rigorous strawberry investigation to see a man. He was tall, with dark brown hair and a dark brown beard. His eyes were a deep blue, and he had a few wrinkles across his face. He was wearing a black button-down, and gray dress pants. Him and my grandfather firmly shook hands.

"Fancy seeing you here." Grandpa smiled.

"How've you been?" he asked.

"I've been great. My granddaughter's visiting for the summer." Grandpa responded. "Jenna."

I came over to where he was standing.

"Ward, my granddaughter Jenna. Jenna, an old friend of mine, Ward Cameron."

The name instantly stuck out in my head as I shook Ward's hand. Was this that Rafe kid's dad?

"How are you doing?" Grandpa asked.

"I've been better." Ward laughed. "I'm just kidding. I've been good. I've got two little girls running all over the place."

"How's the boy?"

"He's good." Ward smiled.

So this guy is definitely his dad. My grandpa and Ward engaged in small talk before he turned his attention to me.

"How old are you, Jenna?" he asked.

"I'm 12."

"Funny." he smiled. "My son is that age too."

"Weird." I said. "There's more than one 12-year old?"

He chuckled and I smiled. My grandpa and him continued in more small talk, from the weather to the election.

"It was nice talking to you, Sam." he smiled. "Tell Margot I said hi."

"I will." Grandpa agreed. "It was nice seeing' you, Ward."

The two men shook hands and parted ways. I followed my grandpa to the next fruit stand.

"What does 'Ward Cameron' do?" I asked.

"He's a businessman." Grandpa responded. "I don't remember exactly what kind of business he does, but he's the king of the island."

That was Grandpa's way of saying this guy was crazy rich.

Home, 6:39 P.M.

I took my seat at the dinner table.

"How was the market?" Grandma asked.

"It was good." Grandpa said. "Ward Cameron says hello."

"You met him there?" she asked.

"Yeah." Grandpa smiled. "He was just talking about his kids."

"Dear god, that makes me feel old." Grandma laughed. "Jenna, you're going to be home alone tomorrow."

"Cool." I said. "Where are you guys going?"

"Grandpa and I are going to get our boat back from the shop." she informed me. "It's quite the task. I mean, you have to take the boat in for maintenance at least once a year. And their shop is up the island, making it a long drive to and from." she sighed. "And my god, they take forever."

"I thought Grandpa was the boat's sacred guardian." I chuckled.

"I am." he said. "But, your Grandma said it's best if we leave the yearly checks to the professional."

"He doesn't like to admit that he's too old to take care of the boat." Grandma whispered.

"I am not too old!" he laughed. "I still do the minor stuff, but I might miss some stuff here and there. Rather safe than sorry."

"Speaking of being safe, Grandpa and I will be gone early in the morning and back at around 11." she explained. "Do whatever you want, just be safe."

"I will." I promised.

After dinner, I helped my Grandparents to clean up. I made my way upstairs to my room, and began reading my book. As of now, I was reading The Sea of Monsters. The book was part of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series. It followed an eleven year-old from New York City around the adventures of his life or being half-god, half-mortal.

As I sat quietly, reading about the tales of Percy Jackson, I wondered to myself if I would ever have any adventures like he did. If I would ever have a summer to tell my grandkids about. 

♫ Chapter 4 Theme Song: Brand New - Ben Rector ♫

↳ back after a million years!! i'm sorryyyyy. but i had such bad writers block i couldn't figure out where to gooooo help. but i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!! lmk what you think and please leave your feedback!! see you guys next update <3