Seashells

Chapter 2: Glad You Came

Author's Note: If you read chapter 1 earlier you might want to re-read it because I added some more to it. Also, this is my first time writing from a boy's point of view so tell me what you think!

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"The sun goes down

The stars come out

And all that counts

Is here and now

My universe will never be the same

I'm glad you came"

-from Glad You Came by The Wanted

Chase's Point of View:

Wow. I found myself watching Meg, her wavy light brown hair bouncing, and her ginger friend, Grey's cousin, as they walked away. A pretty, nice, fun girl just gave me her number. Meg seemed like she liked me, but wasn't too flirty like some other girls. And she was staying here the whole summer. My older brother, Turner, strolled up to me. "Please tell me you got her number before she left."

"Oh yeah, um, I did."

"Attaboy. If I were you, I would text her later today, but not too soon so it seems like you like her too much, and not too late so it looks like you don't care."

"Ok." Advice from Turner would be good; he almost always had a girlfriend. I had one girlfriend over last summer, but I had completely screwed it up. I promised myself that I wouldn't do the same thing again. I glanced over at the ocean and saw that the sun had already started to set. "Hey Turner, I think I'm going to go ahead and head home."

"Sure you don't want to miss the party?"

"Nah, I'm good."

"Ok then bro," he said, tossing me the keys to the convertible. He walked away and put an arm around Courtney.

"Kev, I'm leaving now!" I called to my best friend.

"See ya. Oh yeah, did you get Meg's number?" he asked.

"Yeah she gave it to me."

"Nice. I got Jamie's." Oh yeah, that was her name.

"Cool. See ya tomorrow, dude." I headed over to the parking lot and revved up the silver BMW convertible. It was technically Turner's, but I got to drive it a lot. I loved to drive; it gave me a liberating feeling of total exhilaration. The salty wind blew in my hair as I sped (a little) down the beach road to our grandparents' house, where we were spending the summer. I parked the car in the garage under the house and walked upstairs. I gave my grandma a quick hug and then hurried to my room and closed the door. I sat down on my bed and pulled out my iPhone. Time to text Meg. No, wait. Turner said to wait. I sighed and put it away. I took a shower to calm my nerves. It still hadn't even been an hour since I had left the beach, so I went downstairs to the kitchen to kill some more time.

"Chase? Is that you?" a voice called from the living room. It was my grandfather.

"Go in and talk to him," my mother encouraged. "He wants to tell you a story." I nodded and went in. My grandfather was developing Alzheimers, and I wanted to talk to him some before he completely forgot me.

"Sit down, son," he grunted. He could be pretty gruff, but my grandfather was really cool. He had been a war hero in World War II and had amazing stories to tell. He was a cancer survivor, a fighter, but was slowly losing the battle of his memory. Sometimes he mixes up Turner and me, or calls me my dad's name. I don't know how long we talked, but eventually he fell asleep. Just then Turner walked in with Courtney. As they walked upstairs, he called out: