Summer (1)

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"Summer, you're back!" Florence had squealed, hugging Summer as she'd walked onto set.

"Hi, Flo." She'd muttered, still trying to wake up from the nap she'd taken before their night shoot.

"Is someone sleepy?"

Florence's question earned her a groan from the younger girl, as she pulled the blanket tighter around her.

"I see you brought your body guard." Florence had joked, pointing to where Andrew was talking to Scarlett who was heading home for the night.

Summer at rolled her eyes at the sight, "Yeah, I make him go everywhere with me, now. But he's all buddy-buddy with my mom so that's annoying."

"You're still not talking to her?"

"It's only been three weeks."

"You're gonna have to talk to her eventually." Florence had pointed out.

Summer had rolled her eyes again as she shook her head. Florence wasn't the first person to say that and certainly wouldn't be the last, but Summer was pretty convinced that she'd never talk to her mom again, not if she could help it. Everyone seemed to think it wasn't a big deal and that Summer should just get over it and stop being dramatic. But if anyone else had been in this situation, that would've felt the same way.

"That might be true, but right now I have bigger things to worry about than her. I have my own kid that's gonna need me and I'm not gonna have the time to deal with this shit with my mom."