Half way across the Water

First Impressions and past confessions.

Picture of the lake from their docks above:)

I sat on the dock behind my uncles cabin. My long curly brown hair flying every which way because of the slight summers breeze. My simple brown eyes glazed over the choppy water. I couldn't wait to get back home to New York, it was bad enough that my best friend I had met over the Internet lived all the way in California. I remember Cora's chiding voice over a patchy Skype call saying, "give your uncle a chance, you never know you may like him and love Canada more than New York."
Unlike me, Cora was a optimist whilst I was a realist. To say that I had a strained relationship with my Uncle was an understatement. He was the reason both my mother and my baby brother were six feet under.
It happened when I was just a toddler. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Mom was holding my brother while I was playing with my cowgirl Barbie doll. I had gotten up and asked her for a snack of gummies and when I came back her cellphone had rang. Dad was at work. Uncle Malcolm called her and he said he was drunk. Mom was always a good sister and so she packed my brother, Stephen and I up into the car. She buckled our car seats and put the key in the ignition, that was the last time I would ever hear her voice again as she said, " Kelsey are you ready to go see uncle Malcolm?" I nodded.
Had my uncle not called and said that he was drunk and didn't have a ride home, my mother and baby brother would still be alive.
And now I was here, dad had forced me to come here for the summer and I wasn't happy about it. I hated Uncle Malcolm more than physically imaginable and more importantly I hated the fact that he still drank to this day. If I didn't kill him myself this summer, eventually the alcohol would.
I just sat for what felt like an eternity, staring off straight in front of me. The quiet calmness of the early afternoon was disrupted by the scream of a young girl. I looked over towards where the noise had came from and I saw a family. The daughter, from what I saw, was in the water while the mother and father were relaxing on the bank in a couple of fold out beach chairs. I averted my eyes back out to the water once more in the opposite direction of the family. I stood up and stretched my legs out. I have literally been sitting here for about an hour. I turned away and started walking off the dock back towards the house. Unknowingly I glanced over towards the family once more. I must have missed him or he must not have been there when I first noticed them but there was now a easy on the eyes teenage boy in the small family. From the looks of it he was the older brother to the girl.
He must have sensed I was glancing over at them because he looked up and waved at me. I was caught a back by his sudden gesture and he must have sensed it. Just as he was about to turn around I waved my hand and smiled. He smiled back and then faced back to his family. I headed inside and for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about that boy. He had dark chestnut curls from what I could see and and was really tall. He looked about my age and to be completely honest he looked like the cute type of hot. It was 4:00 and Uncle Malcolm was passed out on the couch with a bottle of Jack Daniels liquor in hand. I reached into the cupboard and grabbed out the supplies to make some Macaroni and cheese. As I was about to start cooking, I heard a knock on the door. Uncle Malcolm wouldn't wake up any time soon, the good news was he was a sappy drunk not a mad drunk. I heard a knock on the door again and I walked over.
I opened the hardwood door to see the same boy from the cabin next door, when I saw his face I must have seemed surprised. He was really cute.
"Hi," he said, " I'm Shawn."

I spoke and smiled, "hi, I'm Kelsey." I stuck my hand out and he shook it.

"My family owns the cabin next door, we come here every summer. Do you live in Canada?"

"Oh, I'm just here for the summer. I'm actually from New York."

Shawn seemed taken aback when I said that and for a moment I think he checked me out. His eyes glanced over me for a few split seconds and he smiled, he spoke. "So how old are you?"