Summertime Sadness (One Direction)

Long Line of Cars

Chapter 2:

Long Line of Cars

{Zoe's POV}

It was a Thursday and I had off, I sat lounging in my sweat pants reading "The Fault in our Stars" for the second time this week. Although I've read this book several other times I'm still getting emotional. I'm at the part where (Mild Spoiler) Augustus is on in his death bed when my phone starts ringing. "Hello?" I answer sniffling.

"Hey!" It's my best friends Emily.

"Are you all right?" She questions.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just..."I sniffle again. "Reading a sad book."

"Oh," She says obviously not interested. Books really aren't her thing. "Anyways, I wanted to invite you to my shore house for the summer."

Half of me is saying "No, I need to stay. I have work." And the other half is saying, "Yes, I really need a break from everything including work and my boyfriend."

I go with my gut and tell her no, it's probably best I stay home, but she refuses to take no for an answer, so I eventually say yes. She tells me all the details and we hang up. After hanging up I'm glad I finally agreed, after all I do love to party.

All I have to do now is get my boss to let me go for the summer. It's my first year of college at UCLA but I work part time as a attorney. I can't complain saying that I do earn some big bucks working as a attorney; adding onto my family's already wealthy ways.

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Saturdays finally here, I've been so excited about it all week. At work I've only thought about this trip, when Emily asked me to come I didn't think twice about it. It was my first year as an attorney and it was really wearing me down, so after a little persuading my boss let me take the summer off to be with my girls.

Friday, after work I drove home in my Black Beamer, I stepped out onto my driveway and grabbed the mail that consisted of junk mail, my monthly issue of vogue, junk mail, my pay check, and oh, did I say junk mail? I take it all inside, before sitting down on the couch with my magazine I pull my long, curly, blonde hair into a pony tail and wiggle out of my skin tight, knee length pencil skirt, I hate work clothes. It's nothing like my normal ripped jeans and cropped top lifestyle. After I make my self a sugar-free cup of tea I call my boyfriend of a year and a half, Leo. "Hello?" He picks up on the second ring. "Hey, honey. How are you?" There's no answer for about thirty seconds, in that time I hear the sounds of guns being fired and shouting, he must be playing Modern Warfare or something. "Hello?" I ask, I hear some kind of victory song and Leo shouting "Yes!" "Oh, yeah. Hi. I'm doing good." I wait for him to return the question or at least ask how my day was, but there's nothing. "So, have you found that job yet?" Another long pause. "Uhhh, no." He finally responds, although it's the same answer I hear every time I ask this question. "Have you made any kind of attempt to look for one?"

"Yeah, yeah I have," An obvious lie.

"Listen, Leo," My voice is stern, "You need to find a job, you have no income and I can't keep paying for everything you need, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry baby, I'll find a job."

"Leo, I'm going to the beach for the summer just, umm... Call me if you need me." I hang up before he can respond.

Sometimes it really feels like he's using me.

I eat dinner and pack my bags, there's only about three of them, I know I shouldn't pack much because it won't all fit in my tiny car.

Before I go to bed I pour myself a cup of milk and sit down in bed to read my book. I struggle to concentrate, all it can think about is Leo. He's such a douche and he has no potential, But I really feel like I love him. I set my book down, giving up.

I lay my head down on the pillow in attempt to go to sleep, but my mind is still on Leo. I toss and turn worries filling my mind, and I can't fall asleep.

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Saturday morning I wake up to my alarm beeping. I quickly get ready putting on high rise denim shorts and a sleeveless muscle shirt that go with my body shape perfectly. I put my hair up into a nice smooth pony tail, and wear a light red eye shadow that brings out my green eyes perfectly, I put on a light coat of mascara. I have to look nice for the girls.

I load up the car, with the help of my neighbors, and take off, to only the sound of my well working air conditioning. As I drive over the bridge that leads me into the state of New Jersey, the car in front of me stops. what? Shit. There most be an accident.

After thirty minutes of waiting with absolutely no moving I pull out my phone to call Emily to tell her I'll be late. As soon as I dial the first digit the cars start moving, I quickly set my phone down and grasp the steering wheel, ready to get the show on the road. But after 10 seconds of consecutive moving we stop again.

Another hour goes by and there hasn't been any moving. I'm catch a glimpse of someone running up the lane of cars out of my side view mirror. I take a double take.

It's Leo.