DAYS OF SUMMER ( Either Moving On Or Giving Up )

Thirty Five

(JAKE)

“Jake, can you come to the parking lot where Dean is in now?” Jack asks me when I drive my car from McDonald’s drive thru.
“She asked me to go to McDonalds!” I say. “I just bought big mac for her. I think it’s been too long since she asked for it.”
“Damn, that girl must be in the roll again.”
“Who knows? I’ll be there soon,” I say. “Can you come down to pick her up? I need to take the package from my manager in the receptionist.”
Jack sighs. “Huh. I’m not in apartment right now. I need to find a driver for Spring Day. She’s out by herself walking alone. Thank God there’s a girl who’s kind enough to drive her.”
“Alright. I’ll take her to her room first,” I say finally. “You should do that if you want to keep her safe since she’s not familiar around.”
“Yeah, I’ll hang up first. Don’t think too much about that girl. She’ll come around.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I reply. I doubt that. Summer doesn’t even try to reach me by Ren. She is tired, I guess.
It’s not that I expect something after I sent her flowers. I guess I do. But I don’t think it will happen.
Dean is still in the parking lot, crying. When I open my door, she throws herself to me and cries harder as she hugs me. “I’m sorry, Jake. I’m so sorry. I messed around with Katy because she took you away from me. But if I realize if I keep doing it, you’ll end up hating me anyway. I don’t want to lose you. Or Jack. I only have you two. But you’re the most important because we’ve been closed since we’re kids. You’re the only family I have. I don’t care if you never took me to see your mom or you didn’t date me. As long as you don’t leave me or hate me, I’ll be nice. I promise.”
I sigh. “Dean. It’s okay. I mean, it’s fine if you stay the same. But tone down that sass. Be nicer. But just be you. We will need our sassy queen Dean Jeanne anyway.”
She hugs me tightly and I take her to her room. I tell her that her food is on the dining table and she should wash up and sleep and drink a lot of water and Gatorade.
Then I go to the receptionist. The receptionist smiles at me. “I’m Yolanda, sir Adams. I’m a very capable receptionist, you see. This is your package.”
“Thanks,” I say as I take the package. It’s a new script.
“And there’s a weird girl. An Asian with long straight, no a bit wavy hair with pale face came here earlier. She had some business and after she’s done, she became a crazy fan. She asked for paper and pen and she wrote something for you. But don’t worry, I threw away the paper.”
“Where?”
“In the bin near the pot,” she says. “Why?”
“What’s the colour of paper?” I ask.
“I think it’s pink because she used my notes.”
“Next time, when the girl comes, call me as soon as possible.”
Yolanda looks a bit surprised. But I don’t really that care. I go to the bin and start to search for the paper there. The bell boy comes and tries to stop me.
“Sorry, I need to find the paper.”
He offers his help to find it. I sigh in relief when it’s found. I go back to my room to wash up and I read the paper.

Thank you for the flowers and the words. I’m okay now and I’ll be always fine. There’s many thank you words I want to say because you also took parts in my recovery. Thank you and I hope the best regards for you.
Summer