The Summer of My Life

15.

Hi. I should really stop adding these at the beginning, but oops. Anyways, gonna try and update more often now. Try. Although, I do tend to fail at consistency. Sorry!

P.S. Yes this is short. Oops. I have to further expand the details in the next one so sue me.

P. P. S. Nothing but the story and characters itself is mine. :)

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"Come on," Becca shoves me. When I don't respond she shoves me again, harder. And again, until I fall gracefully on my butt, "It's not like she's dead or anything. Besides, they're coming back. Just wait a while."

Yeah, sure, she's not dead, but she's gotta fly to the other side of the country or she dies eventually, and even when she's back by God knows when, she might still have a relapse or something. Anything could happen really, I could get hit by a car, right now." I stand up, scooping up my purple board in my arms. Becca laughs, throwing her head back.

"Nora, you worry too much. Besides, I think you miss Benedict more than you would like to admit."

"Not true!" I could feel my face getting warmer. But what she said, well. I guess it just might have been true. Becca rolls her eyes, and I can guess that my face is showing color.

"Well, whatever. I'm worried too, but I'm not worried sick. Slurpee?" She grabs the largest cup and fills it brimming with the sugary drink."

"Nah, those are gross. I think I'm team Icee on this one. I pull a bottle of water out of the fridge." Becca shrugs.

"They all taste the same to me."

"What? Don't even talk to me."

"But-"

"No. I'm so done."

"But you're drinking water!"

"Water is healthy."

"UUUUUUUGH." Becca groans exasperatedly, taking a sip from her drink that made me question whether or not she had lungs of steel.

"Honestly Nora, it's not like you can't talk to him. You have his number, you can text him, etcetera. You don't live in the Stone Age or anything."

"Whatever." I crack open the bottle, but screw the lid back tight. If anything at all, I was extremely unthirsty.

"Park?" Becca asks, her Slurpee already almost half finished.

"Yeah sure. I don't really care right now."

"You sure you don't want any of this?" She says, waving the gigantic cup dripping in condensation in my face.

"Ew. No." I smack it away with the palm of my hand.

"Jeez. No need to be violent." I turn away.

"Let's go," I tell her, setting my board down. Neither of us move. Suddenly, I feel a set of arms wrapped around me, and a cold cup of something pressed into my chest. It takes all of my willpower to not break down into tears. "I just met her and... And she was so nice! My parents were friends with them too and... " I could feel tears piercing my eyes, ones that wouldn't go away even as I blinked.

"Never mind then. We're going to your house to eat cereal and watch chick flicks. Does two people trying count for breaking your record of bowls?" I manage a small grin.

"Sure Becky."

"Oh god. Don't ever call me that again."

"Whatever, Becks." She sighs.

"Can we just stick to Becca?"

"Sure, Beccuh." I smirk. She gets on her board, rolling her eyes.

"I'm beginning to regret coming with you."