Just for Summer (Bxb)

Plan

Jesus Christ help that boy... Sara thought to herself whilst she was making lunch for herself and Tommy. His favourite, just a tomato sandwitch.

She knows how badly their dad treads Tommy. Sara knows that if he were to come out to their parents, he'd probably go to the dark place again.

She hated the dark days. Tommy didnt speak to her for days on end, stuck in his room, either sleeping or studying for a test he needed to ace. The only occasion he would come out of his room was if their mum called them down for dinner or to go to the bathroom.

Sara sighed as she sliced the tomatoes. They have finished school now. They could find a cheap little apartment now and move out and find what makes them both happy.

And maybe, if everything goes well, Tommy could get it on with Summer.

The thought made her smile. Tommy deserves to be happy, and from the few times she saw him with Summer, she deduced that Summer was up for it.

Placing the plate of sandwitches on the wooden table, wiping her hands on her jeans, Sara jumped up the stairs to knock on Tommy's door.

Opening the door she revealed sight of Tommy hunched over his phone, a smile on his face. The smile soon transferred to her own face, she knew who he was talking to.

"Tomatoe sandwitches for lunch, come down," leaving the door open, and throwing herself down the stairs before Tommy got to punch her.

Five minutes past before she saw Tommy walk into the kitchen, eyes still glued to his phone, still grinning.

Huh. He really does like him then.

"Hey Tommy..." Sara teased, leaning her chin on her fist.

"Hmm?" Tommy wasnt looking at his sister, too busy whilst replying to a meme that Summer just sent him.

"Who ya textin'?" Dragging out the 'who', that made Tommy look up.

Glaring at her, he quickly told Summer that he had to go and eat before slowly putting his phone down on the kitchen table.

"Youre a bitch. You know who," Tommy pouted and picked up a sandwitch. He was confused. He knew that Summer made him happy, he wants to be friends with him.

But if his head didnt fucking stop with the scenarios, he is gonna freak.

Tommy fantasized about all the basic things. Like, Summer confessing his love for him in the rain, and then going to Summer's house to watch a movie and cuddle.

He would like to kiss Summer as gently as he could, when he pulled back he would say that he loved him too.

And then he liked to think about whether if they would meet again when theyre older, wiser, when they knew what they want and knew how to get it. He knew that if this thing would happen it wouldnt last as long as he would like.

Whenever Tommy thought of these things his face would go bright red and he would have to tell himself that these things would never happen, Summer desrved more than a fat, emo boy.

Sara laughed at him, "You know what? I wanna go on a road trip. To scotland." Sara exclaimed randomly. She sat back in the squeaky old chair.

"Now?" Tommy asked eyebrows furrowing at his sisters impulsive desicions, but not totally opossed to the idea. It could be fun, actually.

Sara shrugged. "Nick has a car and drivers lisence." Sara looking into Tommy's brown eyes. There was something in her belly that said they had to do this before the next school year started.

Tommy paused. "I dont see why not!" He started to laugh, a weird laugh that was easily attached onto Sara, and wouldnt let go.

When it finally did, they both settled down and started to eat the sandwitches away.

"Who would come along though?" Tommy asked, mid way through chewing, crossing his legs and picking at the cuts in the wooden table.

"Well, obviously you, me and Nick," Sara paused, "Summer," Sara wiggled her eyebrows but Tommy looked away and pretended he didnt see, "Holly, Danielle, and Jack. Yeah, thats all. Although i have to ask first," she said, scratching the back of her neck.

"Would we all fit in the car?" Tommy questioned.

"Oh, nicks car is huge." Dismissing the question. "Amongst other things... Anyways!"

"Sara! Ew!" The disgust showing on his face. Why? Just why would she say that to a minor like him? He's just turned 16, let him live.

"What? You didnt hear anything!" Smirking her mouth off, taking the empty plate to the sink.

"Good afternoon," Their mum says as she walks into the kitchen, a pile of dirty clothes in her arms. Her polish accent as thick as ever. Whenever she speaks english it always sounds so cute, at least Tommy thought so.

"Mama, we want to go on a road trip with some friends soon," Tommy says, standing up to hug his mum after she put down the laundry.

"In polish please," Mama replies.

"Ah, uh..." Tommy looks at Sara for help, he was never as good as polish as his sister. She just had a knack for languages.

"We want to go on a road trip soon, is that okay?"

"Road trip?" She puts her hands on her hips. "With what car?"

"Nick's."

"He has a car?! Already? Does he have a lisence?"

"Yup."

Mama shook her head. Her children need to get jobs.

"Okay. You can go, but," she paused, lifting a finger to point at both of them. "Only for a week, and afterwards, you both start looking for jobs."

They both quickly nod, in military positions, tempted to salute to their mother's soldier anatics.

"Now get out i need to do my laundry." Giving them both a sly smile, chuckling at their childish runs.

(AN: I couldnt be arsed to translate the mother's conversation into polish so just use your imagination :DD?