Summer Spent with You

Chapter Eleven: Memory Lane

A/N Hey y'all! Again, thank you for reading. This isn't going to be a long note, like I said previously, I'm starting updates for this story again. Until the week of August 14th, this story as well as The Last Waltz will receive updates (possibly multiple ones) every week, however I have not set aside a specific day of the week to write so it'll vary.

On August 15th, I start school again. I'm taking 17 credit hours in the fall and I have classes on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. So from that time until around December, I will probably update on Tuesdays and Thursdays, however this is not set in stone. There may be some weeks that I can not update both or either stories due to my course load, but I'll try my best to keep y'all informed. I'll post a reminder closer to the time that I start class so y'all will know when to expect updates.

Lastly, I was just wondering if anyone is interested in proof reading one of my completed stories? If so private message me and we can talk about it! Thanks!

I hope y'all enjoy the story! This chapter is for all of you who were big Layla and Bentley fans.

Ava's POV

Two weeks. I had been grounded for two long weeks. No phone, no television, no internet, no friends and hardly no Parker. Oh sure, I saw him sometimes. He had been coming over some evenings to play video games with Andrew, Aiden and Blaine, but its not like I could kiss him when they were around. So I had to settle for a few stolen moments whenever we had a chance. I hated it. But that's not even the worst of it.

During the day, my brother's stayed gone and Parker worked from 7 in the morning to dark six days a week which meant I spent my mornings and afternoons moping around the house with my mother and two younger siblings. Mama, by the way, was still giving me the silent treatment. She only spoke to me when she had to. I spent most of my time in my room trying to avoid her and Noel, who was always begging me to play with her. Surprisingly, Blaine had become my companion during that lonely time.

I didn't spill my secrets to him or anything. I wasn't THAT lonely, but I did spend a lot of time with him. Mostly we just sat together and read our books. Occasionally, we would make a comment to one another. I'd tell him about the male protagonists' dumb decision in my love story and he would fill me in on his sci-fi book. That's basically how I spent those two weeks. I read so many books, that I was tired of reading.

One afternoon, I couldn't take it anymore. My eyes were going blurry from staring at the pages for so long. I closed the book with a thud, Blaine barely spared me a glance as I stood up from his red bean bag and exited his room. I began to aimlessly wander around the house. I was going stir crazy. The house was quiet, which was pretty unusual since I had a six year old little sister. I searched the boys room, it was empty. Big shocker there. Noel was passed out on her bed taking a nap, which explained the peaceful silence. I peeked into my parents room and the kitchen, but not a soul was there. I finally found my mother in the living room, pulling boxes out of the closest.

"What are you doing?" I asked her as I moved toward her.

"Just cleaning some stuff out. This closest is full of junk I forgot we even had." She pulled the lid off of one of the large plastic containers.

"Want some help?" I offered. She turned to me and for the first time in two weeks, smiled at me.

"Sure. That would be nice." So I joined her on the floor and sat Indian style as we began to dig through all of the boxes.

You know how whenever you're doing something, you always find something that distracts you? Like if your cleaning your room, you'll find a box of priceless artifacts that you forgot you had so you absolutely have to sit there and admire them. That's what happened to us. The plastic container Mama found was filled with pictures, so naturally we ended up pulling them all out and reminiscing.