10 Ways To Get His Attention✔️

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It had taken the help of Isabella to convince her parents to allow Cynthia to drive over to her friend Summer's house for a little chat. She hadn't slept all night in anticipation for it but now she was sitting in her car outside of Summer's house daring herself to knock on the door. She had been to this house so many times before and Summer's parents knew her quite well too but since the accident she hadn't shown her face here. The fear of what Summer would say when she saw her and her parents as well, it was a lot to take in, but she had come this far now and she couldn't turn back.

Mrs. Mills had called her late last night to inform her that she was alright and that Daniel had left the house, he had asked if she was alright but Mrs. Mills hadn't said anything, for that Cynthia was grateful. It was now or never, she told herself, exited the car and started walking toward the house. Before she had gotten up the porch the door opened and Summer McKay's father George McKay walked outside. He was immediately surprised seeing Cynthia but it didn't take long until he smiled and wrapped her in a tight embrace.

"Oh Cynthia how we've missed you," he said against her hair, "how are you holding up?"

She wanted to cry straight away but kept herself in check. That was the first time anyone asked her how she was feeling and this time she wasn't going to push anyone away. Her shaking hands wrapped around Mr. McKay's body and he chuckled as he hugged tighter.

"I-I'm alright sir, h-how is Summer doing?" She whispered.

"Summer is sad but she's been holding up alright. Mostly she's been helping her mother and me redecorating the house. We're turning her room into an art studio for her mother when Summer leaves for college."

Cynthia looked up in surprise, "So she hasn't been ignoring me then? I thought—maybe she didn't want to speak to me after what happened with Maya."

George forced Cynthia to look at him and his eyes were soft as cotton. He smelled like a pine tree when she inhaled his smell and it caused her to smile brightly, it was nice to see him again.

"We all were told that you needed time to heal, time to process what had happened and we wanted to respect that. Summer has been wondering what's been going on with you but we've refrained her from calling. I'm sorry sweetie, had I known you needed us we would've called and visited."

After a nice long sigh she wanted to chuckle from having been so worried. Of course Summer was only one of her friends and she had a long list to go through but she had to start somewhere. Now she was itching to run upstairs and greet her friend with a massive hug and pretend as if she had never worried.

"Don't worry about it Mr. McKay, I'm just happy to be here now. Is she in?"

"She's in her room, go right up." He said and Cynthia rushed inside the house with her heart beating harshly.

Summer on her bed when Cynthia rushed through the door, she flew up into a sitting position when the door flung open and her eyes widened at the sight of Cynthia. Silence filled the room and they were studying each other up and down as if they were two cats ready to fight. Summer looked tired and her eyes were red, she had been crying, and Cynthia dreaded why.

"What are you doing here?" Summer asked almost breathlessly.

Cynthia smiled and took a deep breath. She wanted to get the formalities out of the way so they could discuss what had happened; they needed to vocalize it. Without asking she plopped down on her computer chair.

"Your father let me in because I wanted to talk to you," she started, "your dad told me you're going to turn this into an art studio."

Summer had a suspicious look in her eyes but also a look of excitement. Cynthia wondered what her parents had told Summer's family for them to have kept their distance for that long. As great as it felt speaking to George she knew that Summer was equally as hard-headed as herself and there was a chance that this conversation wouldn't go as smoothly as she had now anticipated.