The Best Summer

Chapter 7

Song is Crawl by Chris Brown ---------------------->

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"I think we need a break." James said

"I don't think we need a break." I said with tears welling up in my heart.

"At this point I think it will be the best thing for us. I mean, I get how you want to try crap like that. I was there too and right now I think you just need to get this out of your system before we can be together. I'm sorry Sidney." He looked pained.

"It won't help. Let's just not do this. I don't want to break up. I don't!" I started yelling.

"Sidney, were not breaking up. It's just a break. After a week I'll come over and we can figure out what's going to be our future. Alright?" he said as he held my face in his palms.

The tears started streaming down my face and I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach.

It will be okay I thought. It was a mantra in my head as he walked back inside to the house and disappeared out of sight from me. Everything will be okay.

I decided It would be the best thing right now if I just walked home. I started and the wind was blowing my hair in all directions. The tears wouldn't stop falling from my eyes as my hair started sticking to my cheeks. When I got home about an hour later I collapsed in my bed crying myself to sleep.

The next morning I woke up and jumped into the shower. When I went downstairs I realized that nobody was home. I made myself breakfast and decided to go and sit out on the gazebo in the back. Abby walked up and sat down next to me.

"Where were you last night? You disappeared again." She looked at my red ringed eyes and then added "Is everything okay?"

I tilted my head towards her and said "No, everything isn't alright. When James saw me smoking that cigarette yesterday he said we needed a break so I can get all of this crap out of my system."

"Oh, no. Everything will be okay Sidney. I promise." She said concerned.

"I know. Thanks though." I weakly smiled at her.

After a few minutes of sitting in the quiet Abby then asked "Does this mean you don't want to smoke that weed with me?"

I looked at her and said "I don't know. Don't make fun of me but I'm scared to smoke it. Just the idea of it gives me a heart attack."

"Where are your parents at?" She asked.

"My mom went to her friends house and my dad is at work." I said as I looked at her.

"Well, how long do you think your mom will be gone?" She asked.

"I don't know? Usually she stays there all afternoon. Why?" I asked suspicious.

At that second Abby pulled out the same plastic bag now with a joint in it. She pulled the joint out and lit it up.

"What are you doing?" I said looking around nervously.

"I'm enjoying my teen years. Do you want a hit?" She nudged the joint at me and I looked around again and took it between my fingers. My heart started pounding as I took a hit of it. Automatically I started coughing profusely. It felt like I would never stop and then Abby gave my back a hard slap and It stopped like magic.

"Thanks." I said as I looked at her.

"Here, try one more hit." She handed it to me.

I took a hit this time and didn't cough.