What Happened Last Summer (Boy×Boy)

Chapter One: A Day to Forget

There was something about mornings Andy did not enjoy; the sunlight that peered through the blindes in his room? The smell of freshly brewed coffee his dad made every morning? Because he always woke up even more tired than when he went to bed?  Or was he just not a morning person, the ones who always woke up on the wrong side of the bed? No. Andy didn't know why he hated mornings, he just did. And, for some reason he didn't know why himself, this all started a few weeks ago. A time when he didn't care about mornings, or the strong smell of coffee. Still under the covers, Andy held a stare at the digital clock on the nightstand beside him; 7:32AM. He turned over to his other side ignoring time as if it wasn't relevant.

"Andy!" He winced at the sound of his mom yelling his name from downstairs. So Andy got up, annoyed with the day already. He went out to the hall, approached the bathroom door. It was locked. He knocked and there was no answer.

"Hello?" He knocked again.

"Just a sec," his sister Rosemary said.

"Hurry up! I'm going to be late! And I need to pee!" Andy said. Andy waited and waited, knocking five-minutes later.

"Just a few more minutes!" His sister responded.

"Ugh!" Andy dropped his forehead against the bathroom door.

Finally, he heard the lock click. He moved his head as fast as the door swung open. And he was for sure that the girl standing in front of him wasn't Rosemary. Her curled, brunnette hair bounced off her shoulders, black lines of eye-liner extended from the creases of both eyes, a light layer of eye-shadow, glossy-pink lips traced with lip-liner and her face looked a little different as well. She wore a black floral dress that ended to her knees and black flats on her feet.

"Rosemary?"

"What? I need to look good for my first day of highschool," She smiled, exiting the bathroom, flaunting her hair as she did so.

"Weird," Andy said, walking into the bathroom.

Andy raced down the stairs, now dressed in a fresh set of clothes. He went to the kitchen where his family was eating breakfast. He took a seat beside Rosemary.

"Mornin' bud," his father said, adjusting his tie.

"It's definitely a morning," Andy took a strip of bacon off the plate in the middle of the table filled with bacon and scrambled eggs.

"Andy, use a plate," his mother told him, as she poured orange juice in a mug.

"Can't. I have to go now or I'm going to be late," Andy got up, pouring himself orange juice.

"What, already?" His mother asked, shocked as she watched Andy scarf down the juice in his cup.

"Sorry, mom." Andy ran back up stairs, comimg back down with his backpack strapped over his shoulders.  He went through the garage door, pressing a button on the wall opening the garage. He grabbed his bike and helmet. He strapped on his helmet and got on his bike, pedaling to school.

Andy got off his bike when he arrived,   going through his backpack and grabbing a bike lock. He tied it around the bike and the bike rack, like the rest of the bikes, he then locked it. As Andy made his way to the entrance, he saw Rosemary in the backseat of a convertible that pulled up next to the curb. The girl who was driving is her best friend's older sister, the girl in the passenger is May Fields, Rosemary's best friend. Andy saw May a lot, always having sleepovers with Rosemary, it was like she didn't have a home of her own. But she too had changed like his sister did. He watched as they got off and May's sister drove away.

Andy got to his locker, getting what he needed. Unlike him, everyone had stickers, drawings, or pictures of celebrities they obsessed over in their lockers. But Andy never done what the others did, nor did he have an unhealthy obsession over celebrities.