Southern for the Summer

Chapter 1: Liv

Chapter One: Liv

"Can you sign my yearbook?" I hear a voice behind me say. I turn around to see who's talking to me. One of the freshmen in my school had their yearbook in one hand, a sharpie in the other and was looking looking at me with a hopeful look on their face.

I may be a year older than her, but she's actually looking down at me a little bit. I smile at her. "Yeah! Course!" I say to her, taking her yearbook. She holds out the sharpie, but I smile and shake my head while pulling out my pink sharpie.

I sign the inside cover of her yearbook and hand it back to her. She thanks me and scurries away. I laugh silently. The underclassmen always act like they're scared to approach me because a lot of people consider me, well, popular.

My best friend Hannah starts to approach me from the other side of the hallway, and my smile starts to fade. Seeing her reminds me of--

"Olivia Hollingsworth, please report to the office, Olivia Hollingsworth to the office," a voice says over the intercom.

I slam my locker shut and run up to Hannah. "Bye! Text me all the time!" I say, and I pull her into a hug, then slowly make my way to the office.

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I walk through the doors into the office just to see my mom, holding up a plane ticket.

"Mom, you aren't really going to make me go, are you?" I beg.

She doesn't tell me that she was just kidding the entire time, or she won't let me go, though. All she says is, "You have one hour to pack. Let's go."

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"Hey babe, your mom let me up," my boyfriend, Bradley, says as he knocks on my bedroom wall.

"Oh, uhm, hey Bradley," I stutter as I put my white shorts in my suitcase and start to twirl a lock of my golden hair.

"What's wrong babe?"

Everything. You. Ugh. I wanna break up with you but I can't! We're expected to date since we've been dating for over a year, and because I'm the most popular girl and you're the most popular guy. I just don't feel the same way anymore! Plus, I'm practically moving to Texas! How would we stay together?

"Nothing, why?"

"Yeah there is, tell me babe!"

"Alright fine. I think we need to break up."

"Br-break up?"

"Yeah. Look Bradley. I'm sorry. But I just don't feel the same way anymore. And I'm practically moving to Texas. But I'm sorry. It's just not working," I say, "maybe you should go."

And with that, I slowly shut up bedroom door, heard him walk down the stairs, and began to finish up my packing.

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"Last call for anyone boarding Flight 14 to Dallas, Texas. Last call for anyone boarding Flight 14 to Dallas, Texas," one of the flight attendants in the airport says through the intercom as I push my way to my seat.

I sit down and slowly lean back. Ugh I'm so tired! The last thing I remember is that. After that, I drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

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"Excuse me? Miss? Excuse me? The plane has landed, you can get off now," I hear a flight attendant say as she shakes my shoulder.

"Oh, uhm, thank you!" I say. I stand up on my toes and get my luggage from above my head. I grab it and pull it off of the plane to go into the airport and look around.

"Uhm, excuse me?" somebody taps me on the shoulder. I turn around to look at who it is.

There's two guys. One of them is tall and has longish blonde hair and brown eyes. He's pretty tan, too. The other one's a tall guy, with shaggy brown hair and bright blue eyes. He's also pretty tan. Both of them look a bit older then me, and may I say, Blue-Eyes is pretty attractive. Blondie looks me over for a minute then says, "Yeah, ya look a lot like Kay. By any chance are ya Olivia?"

"Uh, yeah, call me Liv though. You two got names? And who's Kay?" I ask. At this time, I'm pretty sure that my cheeks are getting a red tint to them.

This time, Blue-Eyes speaks. "Nice to meet ya," he says as he holds out a hand for me to shake, which I accept, by the way, "I'm Austin, and that's my brother, Nathan. We work on your dad's farm."

Nathan chips in answering my other question though. "Damn," he says, resting his arm on Austin's shoulders as a rest, "she don't even know her own twin sister's name. She's been away way too long."

Nathan removes his arm from Austin's shoulder and put his arm around my shoulders. "Welcome home, sweetheart. Let's get ya to the house to see your family."