the summer (a Mikey Fusco Love Story)

Chapter1

A/N: Hello:) I hope you like my story, feedback is appreciated.:) Dedicated to Gabbie because she inspired me to write this:)

"Kalen" he said as I sat there staring at the creases in my hand where there usually held a promise ring from my ex boyfriend. I quickly snapped my head up being momentarily clueless of the situation I was facing. I quickly blinked a few times before finally being able to focus on his face. His beautiful, perfect, tan, braced face.

"I was just going to say how much I love you" he said stuttering. I quickly ran my fingers through my almost grown out bangs trying to distract him or even myself from the awkwardness we were facing. He suddenly leaned in a little unsure about his next move. I stared into his beautiful green orbs as they made a rapid motion toward my face. He puckered his lips. We were so close, this was so powerful, there was definatly chemistry. I could now feel the warmth of his presence easing closer and closer to me. I jumped a little when he ran his warm fingers under my chin and lifted it up. There we were, embracing each others presence our lips now only a portion of a centimeter apart. "KALEN!"

"dammit." I said realizing that everything was a dream. I had had the same dream for the last six weeks, and I still had no idea who the boy in my dream was.

"Watch your language" My sister said laughing from the front seat of the car. Oh God, I suddenly remembered where I was and what I was doing. I was in my sister's car with her and her boyfriend, Steven, who I really hated, and we were driving to my sisters house in New Jersey, which is where I was forced into living during the summer. My Parents said " It will be good, and you will make tons of friends." Well guess what? I could make friends I just choose not too because all anybody is, is a no good two faced Bitch. Which by the way Mom and Dad,aren't actaully my definition of 'friends'AND you just want me out of the house this summer "No Kids. No Prob." they always repeat and repeat and repeat.

"She was probably dreaming about they one boyband member, what's his name Harry Styles, that she has no chance with" scumbag Steven asked looking at my sister and chuckling.

"First of all....." I said to stuck up steven then realizing that I probably shouldn't tell him about my dream.

Why would Ashton even go for a guy like that in the first place. I mean Ashton's cute, she young, and she's actually got something going for her, so why should she settle for a guy like Steven. I mean when he proposed to her last year I just about went into my room and balled my eyes out. Does she have to marry my arch nemesis? She's only 21, she too young to get married anyway, but that's certainly not what my mom thinks about the situation. My mom thinks "Marriage early equals money sooner." but heaven forbid that Steven makes any money. He works at the local Junior High as a teacher.

I think that Steven is like 35 but my mom always says that he is 25, but why would I believe that. Steven isn't that bad looking it's just that he is almost like Matthew McConaughey cute, like old guy cute, but anyway I shouldn't be confessing that the guy I hate is actually hate is cute. Heaven forbid.

Steven has light blonde hair and he is tall and muscly. He claims that he was all time state champ football captain, which is another one of those nonesense claims that everybody in my life seems to make.

Ashton is a tall, tan blonde, but shes the kind of girl who was voted most popular in high school, which she was. Three years in a row. Ya know, head cheerleader kind of girl. Yep that's her, my sister, how are we even realted? I'm a tall blonde, but in the summer instead of being tan, I'm just the a cherry red most the time. I'm not super skinny like Ashton but I am just normal. I'm pretty much plain Jane. It actually really sucks being Ashton's younger sister because everybody expects so much out of you. "Oh your not a cheerleader.? That's too bad." "Your sister is so pretty." I've pretty much heard it all, twice.

"200 more miles" Steven shouts over the car radio which is blaring Nickleback. Great now he is singing along. Now instead of one, I'm listening to two voices that I absolutely despise.

200 more miles. I put my hand up to my forehead moving my fingers to make a gun figure pretending to pop one in my head.

Ashton tilts the mirror that she was using to reapply her makeup, to now look at me in the backseat.

"What's wrong Sis?" She asks laughing. " Jealous of Stevens voice of an angel?"she laughs because she finds herself just hilarious for that little joke.

"Ya sis." I mommicked her leaning my head back closing my eyes and drifting off into my reoccuring dream.

Who is he? and what is he doing in my dreams?