Eternal Summer (Rewriting)

Jayson

     "Bonjour!" my mother screamed, waving like a mad man. "Au revoir!" My dad corrected her, waving also.

     I waved stiffly and looked down at my parents. Mother was smiling but crying on father's shoulder and he had his arm wrapped around her waist. Cute.

     I sighed as the train pulled away from the station. I heared shuffling next to me, on the other seat. I looked over and saw a boy my age making himself comfortable, when he noticed me staring at him, he replied nonchalantly, "Hola." He nodded. "H-Hola." I hesitantly replied.

     I turned on my phone and went to the translation app. I changed it to English to Spanish. I typed in "How are you?"

     "Como es-estas?" I asked reading the word and then looking up to him and smiled. I took Spanish in middle school, but how was I supposed to remember everything?

     "Estoy bien, y tù?" he responded smiling back with a Spanish accent.

     My smile dropped.

     I furiously typed in what he said, well I tried my best in spelling. "I'm good, and you?"was what he said. I typed in "Me too." I peeked a glance at him, he had dirty blonde hair, bright, warm blue eyes, a tan feature and god-like features. A mouth watering boy in fact.

     "Yo tambìen." I tried to say in a Spanish accent but failed. He chuckled and shook his head. "You're lucky you're cute." he commented, his eyes twinkling with amusement. I felt heat rising up my cheeks and played with my fingers, nervously.

     "Gracias." my voice cracked and I blushed more. At least I remebered that word. "De nada. Mi nombre es Jayson." he said and brushed his blonde hair messily backwards with his fingers. What I was guessing was that he said thank you and his name is Jayson.

"Mi nombre es Stacy." I repeated after him. "Ah, Stacy, què hermoso nombre para una hermosa dama." He sighed and looked into my eyes. I looked up, adoring him and didn't understand him.

     "W-what?" I stuttered, still looked at him and blushed at my stupidity. He laughed loudly which made almost half of the train stare at us. I waited for him to finish. I tried to type in what he said but he stopped me.

     "I meant, 'Ah, Stacy, a beautiful name for a beautiful lady.'" he winked at me. I looked down in embarrassment as my cheeks filled with redness. He looked hotter now with his messily fixed, silky hair. Stupid girly hormones!  I let my hair cover my face like a curtain. "So, Stacy... um, where are you going?" I heared him ask. I snapped my head up and turned to him.

     "Fairwell Falls." I responded almost immediately. He seemed almost startled by my sudden change in actions. Starting to think about it, that actually sprained my neck. I winced in pain but still stared at him. It took a while for him to regain calmness and reply back but I was patient, for a while.

     "Oh, me too and I'm actually here with my friends for a while." I nodded, "Well I hope we can get to see eachother often." I smiled at him. During the whole train ride, we talked and had a lot of things in common. We both love the color blue, hate exercising, love art, hate cats, and both love food. When we reached our stop, Fairwell Falls, we got off with our things and his friends were with him.

     "I'm glad that I got to sit next to you and not some creepy, old pervert." I chuckled nervously and clutched my things closer. I was really glad that he was with me since I decided to wear a blue Jovonna ruffle trim dress which was sleeveless and I had my jacket stuffed in my backpack with my electronics, food and Carter Steven poster neatly folded at the bottom.

     We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. I sat down on a bench near the train station and looked up at the hot, glaring sun. I looked down and stared down at my phone. I tried to shade my phone so I could see better. I stared down at my contacts which has Jayson's name and number.

     I waited patiently for Aunt Sharon to pick me up, which took about an hour. By now, I would be as dark as a burnt piece of bacon, my sweat representing the grease. Come to think of it, I'm getting hungry.