The Summer of My Life

6.

Ahh thank you guys for a HUNDRED READS! I know, it's not that much compared to other people, but it's a big accomplishment to me. Thank you guys so much... I don't know what to say. Also, apparently my rating is PG-13? I didn't set it as that... Or maybe I'm just an idiot. Um... don't as; why I explain objects in so much detail... I don't know. It's preference I guess. Feel free to skip over that part.

DISCLAIMER: I don't know who's number that is, it's just made up. Do not call it looking for Benedict, you will not find him there.

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It turns out Becca left for a surprise, week long vacation yesterday night after volleyball. Also, my mom has work still, and my dad, well, still in Spain. So that leaves me with nothing to do, besides being a couch potato and eating the remaining bucket of ice cream.

I'm still in my pajamas and glasses when Benedict rings my doorbell, so instantly, I turn redder than a tomato. He has his board. It's white, but with black wheels and bolts, and the same classic silver trucks. He grins, running his hair through his fingers.

"So, how about that tour?" I stare at him, gaping at this remark. He keeps smiling on, and so I say,

"Yeah, hold on, let me go get ready. I'll meet you at your house in like, thirty minutes," I say, about to close the door. He whistles a low, long whistle.

"Really? It takes you THAT long to get ready?"

"Um, hellooo does my hair look easy to fix?" I say, gesturing at the knot on top of my head. He shakes his head no.

"Okay, so meet me in front of my house," he says cheerfully, and walks away. I close the door and shake my head. He was such an idiot. I didn't bother wetting and combing out my hair, simply choosing to retie it in a much neater bun. I throw on a pair of simple light was denim jeans, and a white, flowy top. I decide it's too boring, so I add my copper owl-clock necklace. At last second, I put on my mint green rose studs. Throw on my gray vans , grab my board and run off.

"So, my name is Nora Anderson, and I will be your tour guide for today," I say, as soon as I step outside. He's sitting on the sidewalk cross-legged, waiting for me. He smiles, standing up.

"Where to, miss?" he steps on his board.

"I dunno, let's just go in a circle," and we both take off. I show him every place in this busy neighborhood I could think of, cruising along slowly. I even show him the gas station. We don't have money, so there's nothing to buy, but Benedict offers popsicles from home.

"Besides," he says, "Andy wanted to go to the park earlier today. We can go there and eat the whole box."

So we skate back home as quick as we can, excited like little kids, and fifteen minutes later, we steal the box of flavored ice, along with Andy and his scooter, and haul our butts into the park across the street. We sit there and eat popsicle after popsicle, and they're gone before any of them could even melt. Since our fingers and mouths are now cold and sticky from the sugar, we run them under the water fountain. chasing each other and splashing the water. We're screaming and laughing and running and whooping some more, I don't want to go home. We stay at the park until sunset, and we watch that too, until Benedict's dad comes out and calls that their mom had made dinner. We walk across the street together, Andy too, and we part ways, goodbye.

My mom still isn't home yet, so I cook a pack or instant ramen and surf the internet for a bit. I think, maybe I should do something productive, like clean my room, but today has left me feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, so I decide against it. I crack open the window, letting cool summer night air breeze in, and take a nap. I wake up at 9 pm, my mom has come home with some tacos, so I eat that, shower, brush my teeth, and am about to hit the hay when I feel another slip of paper in my back shorts pocket.

510-246-8647 -Benedict

Dang, how did he even get that into my pocket? I laugh to myself and enter him into my contacts. Then I sleep. A long, peaceful, dreamless sleep.