Summer Love// A Zach Herron fan fiction

Chapter 2

   "Mom, I'm home," I call, as we walk inside. "Can you come to the kitchen please," she asks. We walk into the kitchen, and she stops when she sees the girls. "Yes, mom," I ask. "Um.. I um.. Just wanted to tell you that um.. Well, um.. The girls can only stay until 3:00 today. We have some family business," mom says. "Um.. Okay." We walk upstairs and down the hallway to my room. When we get inside, I close my door. We drop our bags and sit on my bed. "What do you think that was about," Cecelia asks. "I don't know." We do our homework, and talk until mom sends them home.
  I walk downstairs into the living room. "Ronnie, I have exciting news," mom says, as I sit down. I look at her. "What is it?" "Well, for the whole summer, you are going to go to Texas, to spend the summer with your dad." I stare at her, as Jonah smiles. "Ronnie, he misses you. Besides, I have to go on a business trip over the summer to Nashville, Tennessee," she says. "Why can't I stay here?! He left us! He deserves to miss us," I start. "Ronnie," mom starts. I walk away, and run into my room, closing the door behind me. I walk to my closet, and I look around. I grab a medium sized black box. I put it on my bed, and open the lid. In it, I find old photo albums, and drawings, and letters. Everything in there had something to do with my dad. I look at the photos first. My birthdays, holidays, playing at the park, family photos.. In every picture, I was smiling. I remember some of those. When I was sick, dad always found ways to make me laugh, and feel a little bit better.
  Then, I found the letters. They all were about how he missed me, or when was I going to visit him.. Things like that. I never responded to his letters.. I was too upset with him. Most of the pictures taken after that, if I was smiling in them, they were fake smiles. Dad loved me though. Maybe I should give him a second chance. Yeah. That's what I will do. Give him a second chance. I slowly open my door, and walk downstairs, where mom is explaining what dad was like to Jonah, who never met him. "Ronnie, I need you to go. He really does miss you," mom starts. "Mom, I will go," I say, "but only for you." She smiles.
    The next day, mom gets Jonah and I plane tickets to get to the airport near dads house. There was nothing special about getting ready, but I can say that the airport was packed with people. There were a lot of people trying to get to places for summer vacation. The plane ride was terrible. The ride was extremely loud. The seats where Jonah and I were sitting in, were surrounded by seats with annoying kids. One kid even kicked my chair... Even after I told him to stop... The entire time. So, I guess you can say that after the ride, I wasn't in the greatest mood. We finally get to Texas, and look around for dad. I don't really remember what he looks like, so trying to find him, was kind of hard.
   I spot a man holding a sign that says, 'Veronica and Jonah' and I realize that it was dad. We walk over to him. "Veronica, you have grown so much! You too, Jonah," dad says. I look at him. He is wearing black jeans, and a white button down shirt. We get in his car, and we go to his house. "So.. How are you guys," dad asks, when he turns the car on. "Good," Jonah says. "Fine," I say, still in a bad mood from the trip. Dad looks at me and sighs. When we get to the house, we walk inside, and he shows us our rooms. My room is smaller than the one at moms house. It has light pink walls, with white shelves that have some teddy bears on them, and a lamp and clock. I walk around the room, looking at the window seat, and I notice a door near the bed. I open the door to reveal a walk in closet. It's not too big, but at least there is a closet.. I unpack my bags, and it looks like I had lived there for a while.
   I walk out of the room, and walk outside onto the porch. "What do you want to do," dad asks. I look at him, and walk out the door. I walk in the backyard, which is right next to the beach. "Wait up," I hear a voice say. I turn around and see Jonah running to catch up with me. I stop and wait for him. "What was dad like when he lived with you and mommy," Jonah asks. I forgot that dad left when Jonah was a baby, but I don't think that Jonah remembers that. "Well, he was like any other dad," I say, trying to figure out how to change the subject. "Like how?" I groan. "He was like any other dad because he is a dad. He knew how to make make me laugh when I was sad, and he was really funny." "Why did him and mommy leave each other," he asks. "Hey, it's getting dark. Why don't we go back to the house, and see if we can get ice cream," I say.