He's That Summer Breeze

Pancakes Presley and Polish

I know, I know. I'm uploading late... Again. No need to remind me :) okay, so this chapter really means a lot to me. It's just... Some of the things Callia talks about in this chapter are coming from my heart. I guess I've just been feeling like a load of crap lately trying to be something that's not... Me. Am I the only one who has ever felt this way? Well, enough of my ranting! I hope you enjoy the chapter and oh, I almost forgot. Please let me know what you thought of Charlie's family from the last chapter! Because... They might be involved with some future works of mine ;)

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The last time I remember actually feeling like I wasn't doing something wrong was before my father left. It's been a year since and I still don't feel as happy as I used to. I feel like someone shoved poop in my heart and it's still there.

People always say that to be happy it's essential to let go of your past, but doing that means letting go of what happiness I did have. Well, let me say that right now my happiness seems to be the last thing on anyone's mind and right now I feel as if I'm trying too hard to make everyone else just... Happy.

The only person I could stand is Uncle Hank and Rachael. Currently we were making homemade pancakes for dinner (yes dinner) and blasting Elvis Presley on Uncle Hank's record player.

Even Elvis and Pancakes couldn't make me feel better from what had happened yesterday. The song "Heartbreak Hotel" was playing throughout the kitchen and dining room while Rachael and I mixed the pancake batter and Uncle Hank fried the bacon (extra grease).

"Well, since my baby left me,

I found a new place to dwell.

Its down at the end of lonely street

At heartbreak hotel!" Uncle Hank sang the song in his usual bullfrog with a kazoo in its throat voice while Rachael and I sang just as loud.

Rachael and I danced around the kitchen counter while she held the bowl mixing and I used a whisk as my "microphone". Okay so maybe at the moment I felt happy and giggly, but really inside I was slowly dying.

"You make me so lonely baby, I get so lonely, I get so lonely I could die." Uncle Hank began swaying his hips dramatically back and forth and when I saw him flip the bacon while shaking his butt I couldn't stop laughing. For the first time in a long time... This was one of those things that made my heart light up.

Rachael danced over to the skillet and began pouring the batter into individual pancake sizes while I lip synced all the way to the cupboards and got out four plates and cups.

Elvis pretty much is my heartbreak therapy. Maybe I should've told Charlie that before I told him how I felt... I haven't seen or spoke with Charlie since and I highly doubt he wants to even look at me anyways. Why did I let things get that far? Why didn't I just stop him that night in the treehouse?

Ugh. Callia. Stop now. Just, try and relax tonight.

Who am I kidding. I won't be relaxed until I leave this town. Which won't be for another month and a half.

I walked over to the kitchen table and set each plate in front of a chair along with the cups. As I began walking over to the fridge Rachael began to waltz with Uncle Clarion while the pancakes were cooking. Uncle hank was still singing obnoxiously while Rachael threw her her head back in laughter while they danced along to the music. I smiled at the scene while I opened the fridge and reached in to grab the large pitcher of sweet tea.

As I was closing the refrigerator door I felt a hand take the pitcher out of mine and that's when I looked up to see Zach. Things have been quieter between us lately, as in the past two days, but doesn't mean we haven't talked. I just need a break from boys.