My Summer Girl

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

                ~Danny~

                I quietly opened the front door trying my hardest not to make a sound. I was probably going to be bombarded by my mother with questions. I really wasn’t in the mood for that right now. How could the simple name Sam provoke so many thoughts?

                I crept past my dad sleeping on the couch. Stopping by his feet, I quietly turned off the TV. Slipping past, I made my way to the staircase. Thank God the steps were marble. They hardly made a noise if you went up them just right.

                After skillfully climbing the stairs without a noise I snuck into my room. My stomach growled in a very indelicate way. I grabbed some cereal from my dresser and munched on it.  I carefully weighed each point of the day in my head. I had so many mixed emotions about it all. I wasn’t sure if this is what I wanted for myself right now. I mean, I just moved a month or so ago and I kissed him? It was a little odd.

                The weird part about it all was the fact that I kind of liked it. This side of me I didn’t know existed. I mean, I knew I was always outgoing. You have to be to survive in California at all.

                Thinking about the mystery of Sam and me, my eyes fluttered closed and I fell into a dreamless sleep.

                *HONK!* Waking up gasping for breath, I ripped the covers off and ran to the window. Sam was outside in his old convertible honking the horn. CRAP. Holy crap. Brad’s T-Ball game. Oh, crap.

 I ran to my closet and changed into some different shorts since I fell asleep in my clothes last night. Tugging off my T-Shirt I searched my closet ‘til I found the only sporty shirt I had with white ¾ inch sleeves and with some kind of team name in red. Pulling my hair in a pony tail, I ran to the bathroom to take a minute on my makeup. Running down the stairs I shouted, “Going to a T-Ball game! Be back later!” I grabbed my phone off the kitchen counter and a protein bar from the cabinet. Running full out to the door, I flung it open to reveal a warm sunny day. It reminded me of home and I felt a pang in my chest.

Running to the car door, I opened it smiling and breathing heavily.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked me, grinning.

Once I got my breath back I answered him, “Did you even tell me what time the game was?” I asked exasperated.

“Whoops, I didn’t even think of that.” He grinned innocently.

I lightly smacked his arm muttering, “Stupid boys.” 

“Oh, whatever. You know you love us.” He smiled at me and, stubborn as I am, I smiled back.

“No comment. Now, let’s go before we’re late.” I said to get him to focus on the task at hand.

“Oh, right! The game! Do we have to go? You wanna do something else?” Sam was staring at me with his intense blue eyes.

I was tempted to say yes but I figured we couldn’t let Brad down. “No! You promised your brother we’d go to his T-Ball game! I even wore this sports shirt. At least, think this is a sports shirt. You didn’t give me very long to get ready!” I accused him. I knew I didn’t need to blame him but I was still tired. It’s summer, I never get up before 9 AM.

“It’s a sports shirt for some team in California and I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you the time because you kind of surprised me last night.” He smirked, dragging up the subject again.

I glared and said, “Just drive.”

                He grabbed the steering wheel and spun out of my driveway. We drove for a few minutes without talking at all. I took the opportunity to eat my protein bar since all I had for dinner yesterday was a couple bites of cereal. I laid my head against the window and was about to fall asleep when a voice dragged me back to conciseness.