Sunburn (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

Summer (Part 8)

Summer is sitting on the edge of a cliff that people jump off of into the water. No one is here because it's raining, so she has the place to herself.

She has her knees pulled up to her chest, staring out at the stormy ocean.

Her phone rings and she answers it. "Hello?"

"Summer."

It's her dad. Summer is surprised. "Oh. Hi, dad."

"Don't act so surprised. We're having our annual family dinner tomorrow night at the beach house, so tell all of the girls to get here by 7:00PM." He says.

"Okay."

"You can bring your little friends if you want to." He adds.

Summer nods. "Okay."

He sighs. "... This will be the first summer dinner without your mom..." He says, almost to himself.

Summer looks down. "I know."

"I miss her like crazy." He mutters.

"So do I, dad." Summer replies, frowning slightly.

He takes a deep breath. "At least we have Ramona."

Ramona is his new wife- Summer's new stepmother.

Summer can't stand her, mainly because she's young enough to be her sister.

"Anyway. I'll see you tomorrow, kid."

"Alright. Bye."

He hangs up.

Summer puts her phone back in Art's leather jacket that she constantly wears, then gets up and walks back down to the cabins, finding Ariel and Lena sitting on opposite sides of the room.

"Family dinner is tomorrow night at 7:00pm." Summer tells them, sitting down on her bed.

"Oh yeah. I have to tell Noah." Ariel says, leaving.

Lena glances at Summer, then back down to her book. "So... How are you?"

"I'm fine." Summer says.

"So... about Evan, I-"

"Don't worry about it, Lena. He's gone, now."

Lena bites her lip. "Do you hate him?"

"I could never hate him." Summer replies.

Lena sighs, then nods. "Okay. Well, i'm gonna go and stay the night at Suzie's."

"Okay." Summer lays down on her bed, covering her face with her arm. She's exhausted from all of Art's several sexual positions and punishments.

Lena leaves and Summer is alone.

She goes over to the vanity and paints her nails black, for lack of anything better to do. Half way through, the door swings open and Noah comes in.

"Oh. Hey, Noah." She says, still painting her nails.

"Hey." He says, sitting down on her bed.

"What's up?" She asks.

"Nothing."

"Then why are you in my cabin, Noah?"

He sighs. "That shit smells terrible." He comments about the nail polish.

"You get used to it."

"Doubt it."

Summer finishes, then turns around in her chair, facing him, blowing on her nails.