Sunburn (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

Summer (Part 5)

"Fuck you, Ariel- I hate you!" Lena screams, crying, just like Ariel.

Summer is sitting out on the porch. The screen door is open and she can hear everything.

"Lena, please. You're being dramatic. Noah and I have always been together. I've always loved him. He's always loved me."

"You only want him because I had him!"

"You never had him, Lena!" Ariel screams back, completely pissed off now. "Never. I had him- he only fucked you to make me jealous." She snaps. "And I didn't mean to hurt you- I'm not trying to be the bad guy in this fucking situation- I love you, you're like my sister-"

Summer is about to walk inside when a loud smack cuts through the thick air.

Summer closes her eyes.

She knows immediately that Lena slapped Ariel.

"I hate you." Lena says, so much disgust in her tone, it's unreal. "I'm leaving."

"Fine. Run off like you always fucking do!" Ariel screams after her.

Lena bursts through the door, stopping to shoot a look at Summer.

Summer glances up at her.

"Well? Are you coming with me?" Lena asks, sharply.

Summer looks back down at her book.

Lena scoffs, then runs off. "You're both WHORES!" She screams.

Ariel walks outside and sits down on the steps. "I shouldn't have said that."

Summer doesn't reply.

Ariel shrugs.

They both sit there for a long time.

Ariel sighs. "I'm gonna go to Noah's place."

Summer nods and Ariel takes off down the street.

Reading a book is not as easy as it used to be for Summer. Now, all of the thoughts swirling around in her head are too loud for her to even concentrate on anything else.

'Slut.' comes to mind, often.

She shakes her head at herself and then just leans back in the chair, closing her eyes.

Even when she sleeps, Art is still right there in her dreams, haunting her.

He told her that no one would ever make her feel the way he could. He was right.

Why did she have to tell him that she felt so much for him? Tears fill her eyes. Maybe she doesn't love him. Maybe it was just the sex.

Summer gets up and walks back inside, crawling into bed, missing him.

The door bursts open and Summer jumps, turning to see Art standing there, looking miserable.

"Summer!" He strides over to her, stumbling slightly.

She looks at him with wide eyes, frowning. "What the hell?" She asks when he falls down onto his knees, kneeling beside the bed and grabbing her hand.

"Summer, I miss you," He slurs.

Summer can smell the alcohol on him. "Art... Are you drunk?"

He looks up at her. "God, you're beautiful." He tells her, reaching up to touch her hair. "Like an angel-"

"Arthur." She scolds, swatting his hand away. "How did you get here?" She demands.

"I drove, baby. I had to see you!" He says, eyes wide, swaying back and forth slightly.