My Summer Girl

Chapter 6

I'm so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so sorry! SO SORRY! I said I was going to upload LAST tuesday or wednesday or something like that and it's the next friday. I"M SO SORRY! :) I went to lake of the ozarks or something like that from thursday to tuesday last week. I'm also sorry that it's short, because it is and I feal so so bad. Please forgive me by reading the story. :) Enjoy.

Chapter 6

~Sam~

Smiling like an idiot, I drive to my house. I’ve got 40 minutes to think about this. I’ve known a girl for two days and I’ve kissed her. Or rather she kissed me. I knew she was confident, but dang. I know this sounds really girly, but there were sparks I swear. Like freaking fireworks. I wonder if she felt them too. (A/N I’m changing in Chapter 5 to where she feels fireworks too if you’re confused. )

I’m so confused though. Even though I said two days was plenty of time to get to know someone you liked, I wasn’t really sure that was true. I don’t really know what I meant when I said that. It was a whir of the moment kind of thing. The smooth ride home felt a little lonely after spending time with Danny. I really liked her, but I wouldn’t put the word love in there yet. I’m thinking of asking her out on an official date tomorrow. We could go to the small movie theater in Winslow. It’s cheap but it has all the new movies out, plus they have really good popcorn.

Soon enough, I’m home and pulling into the drive way. It’s only about 8:00 so my parents are up but little Brad is probably asleep or Mom is trying to make him. I walk in and sneak to the kitchen. I don’t want my parents to ask why it took me so long to get home. That would be awkward. I stealthily crept into the kitchen to quietly make me a sandwich. I carried my food in one hand, and a can of soda in the other and crept to the stairs. I looked over to the living room where my parents were watching some cop show. Slowly but surely I quietly crept up the stairs, avoiding the fifth stair because it creaks. I was almost at the top when, creak. I jumped, frightened by the sound, and my sandwich and coke went flying. The sandwich plopped on the floor beside the stairs while the coke hit the third stair and opened spraying the hardwood floors with sticky goodness. My parents both looked behind them with the most hilarious looks I’d ever seen, but all I could think was Crap.

“What are you doing?” my Mom said stricken.

“Ummmm…. Going to my room?” I questioned.

“No, you are picking up this mess you made. That doesn’t mean wiping up the soda and picking up the sandwich, it means mopping everything and making sure the floor isn’t sticky.”

I hung my head in defeat. “Okay Mom.”

“Get started. Now.” She said sternly.

“Okay.” I said sadly. Mom gave me a look that said, oh don’t be so pathetic. I sighed and padded into the kitchen to grab a bucket and mop. I silently picked up my sandwich. It was pretty put together but crumbs were all over the floor. I was tempted to take a bite of the sandwich, my stomach was grumbling loudly saying feed me, feed me. My mom looked up from her show.

“Don’t you dare take a bite of that gross sandwich, boy.” She said. Ugh, she only said ‘boy’ when she was serious. I picked up the sandwich mess, threw it in the trash and got started on the soda. I scrubbed and scrubbed until the floor was clear of Coke residue. “That looks about as good as it can get. Make a new sandwich and please, eat it in the kitchen.” She looks truly concerned about me.

“What’s wrong, Mom?” I asked her.

She bit her lip and hesitated. “You’re just growing up so fast Sammy. I remember when you were little. You wanted more than anything to be where you are now. You’re making plans for college, thinking about you future. Just promise me you won’t forget your roots. Please?” Her eyes pleaded with me.