Sincerely, Adam.

Accidents happen.

“This is a story about a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world,” I thought it was Drake who sang but this person was actually good…Sam, “As she looked so sad in photographs I absolutely love her when she smiles.”

“Go away Sam!” My voice was muffled underneath the pillow. Did I mention I am not a morning person?

“Can’t, Dad gave me a mission. And I will succeed Summer.” I peeked to see his face, he was in spongebob boxers and white socks with a tooth brush hanging out his mouth.

“Don’t you have a girl to pass herpes onto?” He jumps on me and hugs me from behind. I knew he wasn’t like my other brothers. Sam wasn’t on any varsity teams for his diagnosis on high risk asthma attacks. Although he was still built and carried the same traits as my other brothers. Instead of being athletic, Sam was blessed with music talents. Other than football jocks, girls dig rockstars according to Sam.

“Please Sammy! Get off!” Sam refuses as he licks his hand and shoves it to my face. Immediately I jerk up and run downstairs. Sam’s laugh echoed through the halls. My face had smeared saliva all over it and my hair was ruffled to go in every direction possible. God damn you Sam.

The sudden loud sound of the phone ringing brought me out of my daze.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Summer, hey! It’s Tia, is Sam there?” Tia is Sam’s girlfriend. To be honest, I didn’t mind her. She wasn’t like the other girls who talked about themselves a lot, so she has my approval.

“Ah yeah just hold up,” I pulled the phone away, “Sam! Tia’s on the phone!” With that Sam came sprinting down to talk to her. Yep, he’s whipped and it’s been like that for two years.

I walked back to the kitchen to find Drake and Tyler shoving pancakes in their mouths and topping it off with whipped cream. Dad had a coffee in his hand and the newspaper in the other ignoring my two brothers and their childish behaviour.

“Oh Sam! Where’s my helmet?” Tyler asked while spraying more cream in his mouth.

“In my room.” I said looking in the fridge for something to eat.

With my reply Tyler got up and went to my room. “Got to go guys, it’s football practise. Sam! Get the fuck off of the phone we have to go. I’ll drop you off at T’s house. ”

Dad looked up from his papers to glance at the clock. He jerked up from his seat and ran to his suitcase. “Damn it Drake! I told you to tell me when it was 7.”

“Dad, it’s 7.” Drake replied walking to the door. Dad rolled his eyes and kissed my forehead. Now it was just me. Tyler probably left for football as well, I wouldn’t be surprised. I made sure that no one else was around then I crept to the speaker at the corner of the room. 

Maroon 5 blasted through the speakers and I sang back the lyrics as I shoved a waffle in my mouth.

“Wow I haven’t heard someone that bad since ParisHilton discovered auto tune.” I froze from my position. I, summer Brooks, was standing on top of the counter with waffle and whipped cream smeared all over my face. Let’s also not forget that I am not wearing any pants or that I can’t sing to save my life.

Adam was leaning on the door frame observing the embarrassing view. The Adam I once knew would’ve laughed and ruffled my hair rambling on about my shameful performance. But this was a new Adam. He was dark, mysterious and closed off.

As Maroon 5 faded into the background, I jumped off the counter and decided to ignore him. He sensed that I a still pissed at him so he just studied my movements.