American Runaways

Chapter 7. Anything can happen

 I laid back on the lounge chair, as the sun hit me, warming me up. Everyone was still inside getting ready to leave. I had packed up last night, so I was already ready to go. 

 It was coming to the end in May, so it was going to get hotter these next few days. I never was one for summer. I mean, yeah, I liked summer break, but hated the heat. I do like those warm days, where it's about 75 degrees out with a good breeze going, but in where I live in California, the temperature is at about 100 degrees. I was one for those cold days. The days where it would rain all night, so you snuggle up in your blanket and sip hot chocolate. Then the next day, you go outside, where everything is wet from the night before, and splash in the rain puddles. 

 "Daydreaming?" Carter asked, as he took a seat next to me. 

"Something like that," I squinted at the sun, "Is everyone ready?"

"Megan decided to take a shower before we go, so who knows how long she will be."

I laughed, "We will be here all day."

"So how are you liking the trip so far?"

"I've had some fun. I fee like we are all becoming a lot closer."

"Yeah, I feel that too," He smiled, "So you know when you and I walked out to the beach the first day we left?" I nodded, "Well I told you that at the next stop, we could talk about you. So do you want to talk about anything?"

"Well, I don't really know what to talk about."

"Well, I told you a secret of mine. Maybe you could tell me a secret?" He smirked. 

"I guess, let me think," I said. I pondered for a minute. I have secrets but I don't think anything will be as big as what he told me, "Um, I write?" I said, looking over at him wondering if my secret was a let down. 

"What do you write about?" He asked.

"Mostly my experiences throughout life. I like to write short stories or poems. Sometimes lyrics."

"Is that what you are always doing in that journal you brought?" I nodded my head, "I thought maybe that was like a diary and you were writing 'Mrs, Carter Stomberg' with hearts around it."

I giggled, "Actually that's what I write in my journal, I just didn't want to sound crazy."

"I figured that's what it was," He joked, "Can I read something from your journal?"

I reached to my side, where I had the journal sitting, "Okay, but you can't make fun of anything."

"I promise," He said. 

I handed him the journal and let him flip through some pages. Then he stopped on one and began to read it. It was silent for a good 5 minutes, until he just looked up at me, "This is amazing, Parker."

"Thanks," I tried to conceal my blushing. 

"This is like really good. Have you ever thought about publishing any of your poems or stories?"

"Oh god no. I don't think they are that good," I said swiping my journal back, "I really want to write a book though. I always get this feeling when I'm done reading a book. I don't really know how to explain it, but when I'm done with a book, I just smile. I want to make other people feel that."

"And you definitely can, Parker. You are really talented. You should talk to Mr. Michaels about it. You know he has a book published. He might be able to help you out."

"I don't know. Maybe if I ever did write a book. But these," I tapped my journal, "I like keeping for myself."

"C'mon guys!" Peter yelled to us, "It's a christmas miracle. Megan only took a 10 minute shower!" He joked.