Summer was never the best time of year. It used to be, back in middle school, when school was exhausting and she'd gone to the mall with her sisters or seen movies, or gone on picnics with all the boys who asked her. But now, summer was when Rose was gone. Every single year, Rose's father saved his money to take Rose and her brother Riley to cities in Mexico; every single year Daya's father saved his money for five rounds a night at the local bar, and she and her siblings just went out to the diner.
The second week of August was always the hardest. Specifically because Daya could no longer keep a hold on her thoughts, and they slid to all the wonderful things she wanted to tell her best friend once she got back- which was always the Friday before school started. That Friday. And she always loved to hear Rose's stories of her adventures, what she'd eaten, some dumb thing Riley had done, and whatever else. So day by day ticked by, and day by day she sat in her room, waiting for Rose to text her the "I'm Home!" message that always made Daya's entire summer.
It's not that she was clingy or anything. No, she was perfectly fine with Rose having things to do, but a whole summer without conversation got to her quickly, especially when she had nothing to do.
And she really didn't have anything to do anymore. She was never interested in anyone that asked her out. Rose was gone, and there were only so many times Ariel could go with her to the mall, Besides, work hours were killer, and she didn't have that ridiculous crush to occupy her waking hours anymore.
God, she hated crushes.
She did have something to thank her brain for, though. The stupid crush had brought her a best friend.
Rose had, after all, had the same crush.
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Better Than Sunset
Teen FictionHindaya and Rose both liked the same guy. When anyone asks how they met, that's just how they answer. In navigating the twists of junior year, they've found each other to be invaluable friends. Through thick and thin, they're there for each other. B...
