Last Summer | A Jenzie fan fiction

Chapter 1

Hey guys,

as always I want you to listen to the lyrics of Johnny's song and imagine that's how Mackenzie is feeling. Also, if any of you get confused, I just want you to know that some ages and life stories are different.

Enjoy!

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity...

-Anonymous

Mackenzie

"That Summer fling of yours must be quite some guy if you wont even go to the mall"

I ignore my sisters remark and stuff another handful of crisps in my mouth. For the past three days I've been lazing around the house, sulking.

This summer was by far the best one I've ever had. I found the boy of my dreams, and then we parted. I guess I was setting myself up for failure by even considering the 'long distance relationship', because let's face it, it's way worse having a long-distance relationship than not having one at all.

Johnny Orlando.

That's his name. I can see it so clearly, probably more clearly than I should. His defined jawline, his soft, light brown hair, his aqua blue eyes swirling with curiosity and humor as he took in my appearance, his boyish smile...

God! I need to get a grip on myself!

There is no way I'll be able to get through sophomore year if I can't even say his name without going into my summer haze.

Stuffing the last of the crisps into my mouth, I reluctantly turn off the TV and go upstairs. On top of everything I'm going through right now, I definitely DO NOT need Maddie, my elder sister, bugging me about my so-called summer fling.

In my room I swiftly change into a purple off-shoulder, knee length dress with a pair of cyan blue classic vans. I throw my wavy hair in a messy side ponytail and grab my bag as I make my way to my sister downstairs.

"Ready yet?", she asks me, not even bothering to look up from her phone, she was probably texting her boyfriend. She and her boyfriend, Jack, have been together for almost two years now; they got together when Maddie was around my age.

They had it difficult at first. He was considered a bad influence on us by our father- who died last year- because he didn't go to a good school, but mainly because our father was an asshole around boys; especially the ones we brought home. And did I mention that they have a long distance relationship, yeah, he lives in Australia.

It's not like I'm not happy for her or anything, because I am, I guess I'm just jealous. I honestly do not understand how someone can be so perfect. Maddie is the perfect dancer, the perfect daughter, the perfect girlfriend, hell! She's the perfect sister!

Maddie playfully pushes me towards the car before we get in. On our way to the mall, I take in our surroundings. Maddie, the perfect friend, already knows her way around the town from visiting her friends every holiday.

Once we get to the mall, I immediately rush to look for the nearest bookstore. Turning around, I tell Maddie to meet me at the food court. When I turn around again, I'm met with a muscled chest and the overbearing scent of cologne.

Seconds later I'm on the floor straddling a guy around my age. He has an amused smile on his face and his hands and holding my hips to keep me steady.

A vicious pink blush makes its way to my cheeks as I rush to get off the boy. Once I'm up again, I take in his features. He as well has a pink tint to his cheeks, he has dark brown hair and hazel green eyes, it almost looks as if they have golden flecks floating around his iris.

"Like what you see?"

His husky voice snaps me out my haze, and my eyes move to meet his gaze, and I'm not surprised to find him eyeing my body. I immediately give him an embarrassed smile, as I use his arm to climb off of him.

"Aww man! I rather liked that position," he says. I can't tell if he's being sarcastic or not, but I eventually opt for the latter when I catch the smirk on his lips.

"I'm so sorry," I apologize as I pull on his arm to help him get up, "My name is Mackenzie, but my friends call me-"

When I look up, I'm once again face to face with his chest. I give an annoying huff. How is it that all the boys I know are so tall, or maybe I'm just too short?

I heave another long sigh, "Mack", I conclude, giving him a shy smile.

"Well then I guess I'll call you Kenz"

My chest constricts as I fight to release a sob. The name. kenz. It was what my father used to call me, and now also what Johnny used to call me. I shudder again as a tear slips past my barriers. The boy seems to notice this as his eyes widen in fear and he rushes to hug me. That just makes it worse. I thought I could move on but I can't, all I want to do is be in Johnny's arms, not in some stranger's cold and meaningless embrace.

"Mackenzie! Hey, what did I do?"

I take in a deep breath as I try not to cry, after a few seconds of just standing there, breathing in and out, I finally manage to rein in my emotions, at least enough to speak. I pull away from his embrace and look down embarrassment over my stupid panic attack.

"Nothing, that nickname, its just kind of a trigger," I explain. He gives me an expectant nod and I sigh again, "Someone I loved used to call me that"

Well that was enough of the truth. I loved Johnny and he used to call me that, but that's not why it's a trigger. Hopefully I won't have to go into my father's death.

"Well I'm sorry, I promise not to mention the name again," he says and I can hear the sincerity in his voice, and then he adds, "Oh yeah, and my name is Brandon"

Over the next few hours Brandon and I walk around the mall, stopping at a few bookstores and Starbucks to get coffee. I learned that he has two brothers, one is twelve and the other is nineteen. He's sixteen, like me, and he goes to the school on the other side of town. As it turns out he's the quarterback, so guess we're supposed to be arch rivals. Hah! Like that would ever happen!

You have no idea how much I want to be more than friends, but I can't see it ever happening. Not because of the circumstances, but because I'm still in love with Johnny, wherever he is. And because Brandon is my friend, I will not lead him on. I wouldn't do that to him, but most importantly, I will not do that to johnny