Star Immune

Chapter 6

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Summers POV

How long has he been standing there? Why was he watching me? Does he remember me from the concert? NO that’s a stupid question. Of course he doesn’t remember me; there were thousands of girls at that concert. He wouldn’t remember me, he couldn’t. Why is he here anyway? Oh My God. This cannot be the Chase my dad was talking about. The one he said was waiting in the living room with Roy and the one Roy said he was going to wait with.

“Uh… Hi,” was all my brain could come up with. So original, I know (sarcasm). But whose brain wouldn’t he couldn’t hear. To make it all the worse I can’t dance either. This is a great first impression (sarcasm again).

“Hey,” was all he said before he went back to staring at me.

“So...” this is so awkward, “Do you want something?” Surely they couldn’t hear me dancing from downstairs, could they? I wasn’t singing or anything. If I was singing that would have been the most embarrassing thing ever!

“I was looking for the bathroom, but I’m guessing this isn’t it,” he answered.

“Yeah it is, there’s the toilet,” I say jokingly, pointing to my paper waste bin next to my desk.

But Chase obviously didn’t seem to take it as a joke, seeing as he started walking over to the bin mumbling, “Strange place for a bathroom.” When he suddenly stops to take in my room. From at all the books on the book self (it’s a massive book shelf and it’s nearly full!) to all the posters, photos and quotes that cover my walls. His face drops though once he has finished inspecting my walls. What, did he expect me to be completely and utterly obsessed with him? Because if he did, then I am going to disappoint him because I’m not one of his crazy obsessed fans.



“What! No posters of me on the walls. Not even one, I feel hurt…” Chase said, waiting for me to insert my name.

“Summer and sorry no more room. I guess I’m just in love with short stack and the script along with all the others that have a special place on my wall.” I know I shouldn’t be a smart ass seeing as he’s doing the movie with my dad, but who wouldn’t be if a guy just caught you dancing.

“If I were to give you a poster of me, would you stick it on the roof right above your bed? That way you could look at me every night before you go to sleep.” God this boy is full of himself. Who says that, I mean that is first class cockiness. Plus I think I might have night mares every night if I looked at him before I fell asleep, but I didn’t dare tell him.              

“Only if you signed it,” his face lit up, “so I could give it to a dog. Then it’d be put to good use as a popper scooper.” After realizing what I had just said I through my hands over my mouth to stop me from saying anything else stupid.

“I’m gonna take that as you don’t like me much,” he said taking a step closer.

“No, it’s just that…”

“You’re not my biggest fan,” he said nodding his head, showing that he understood. Why is he looking at me like that? why is he acting so calm?



“Not as big as short stack or the script,” I said trying to lighten the air, which wasn’t working at all.

“Well if you’re not my biggest fan, then why did you even bother to show up to my concert,” he asked, making it known that he remembers me.

“No, don’t get me wrong. I do like you and your music,” at least the music part wasn’t a lie, “but…” I was at a complete loss for words. I’ve dug a hole too deep and now I don’t know how to get out without having some cuts and bruises.

“You know what, just forget I said anything,” his eyes held nothing but sadness. But who wouldn’t be sad after what I was saying. I didn’t mean to make him sad.

We just stood there like that for who knows how long. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence either if you know what I mean. It was more of an awkward, comfortable silence.

I give up! I can’t stand the silence anymore, “Weren’t you looking for the bathroom or something,” I asked, breaking the silence.

As if snapping out of a daze, he nodded his head and said, “Yeah, which way is it?”

“Right across the hall,” was all I said before he left. I seriously hope he doesn’t always come over. Now it will always be awkward when I see him again, if I see him again.

After locking the door to make sure no one else comes in to find me doing anything embarrassing, I lay down on my and faced the wall. There in my direct view was my favorite picture out of all the photos and posters on my walls. Believe me there are a lot of quotes, posters, but most of all pictures.

Some teenagers rooms are so messy that you can’t see the floor, (my rooms not the messy, in case you wondering) but I have so many posters and photos (not all are of me. Most are of family, friends and events.) That you can’t see my walls. Most people find my room ‘interesting’ because of the ‘decoration’. But I think it just makes my room feel homier and me. Erik is always telling he won’t be visiting me when I get my own place and that he feels sorry for my future husband (sarcastically I hope).

The photo is of Erik, mum, dad and me at a carnival. It was one of the most amazing carnivals I have ever been to. Erik and I had both won giant stuffed animals and we had gone on nearly all the rides a thousand times. It was such a happy time at that carnival and whenever I look at the photo I feel as if it was yesterday. This photo is definitely my favorite.

I was slowly drifting off into a dreamless sleep when the high pitched scream of the one and only Macey found my ears and brought me back to reality. My eyes flashed open with a suddenly realization of who was with Macey in the house.

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