Summer's Light

Summer's Light (8)

“Summer, get up!” My mother called up the stairs to me. I groaned, and didn’t move at all. Suddenly, “Don’t make me get the hose!” My eyes burst open at the speed of motherfucking light. My mom, bless her soul, would actually spray my ass to get me out of that damned bed.

            “I’m up,” I called down to her, rolling onto the cold floor. Well fuck me running. Hardcore. I blinked and sat up, dazed from the fall, but awake.

            I hated Mondays.

            /I heard my mom laugh from downstairs, “That’s my girl. I’ll see you tonight.” I grunted in response, but she didn’t hear me. She just slammed the door behind her roughly.

            Well. Someone ate a gigantic bowl of bitch flakes today.

            Or you know she was running late. I looked at the clock on my night stand, which confirmed that. It was six thirty in the morning. Ugh, I fucking hated mornings.

            I wobbled to my unsteady morning feet and tripped to the door. This day was going swell, wasn’t it? Holy shit! I really just used the word swell again, didn’t I? Goddamnnit.

            Anyway, I whipped open my bedroom door to reveal a smirking Alex.

            To say I wasn’t expecting to see him was an understatement. To be honest, I almost pissed my pajama shorts. The scream that came from my mouth was a big indicator, though.

            He just continued to stare at me with that dumb look on his face. “Hey, Summer.”

            I put one of my hands over my heart and gripped the doorframe for dear life, “Hey, asshole.”

            “Surprised?”

            “No, not at all,” I rolled my eyes. “After all, a creepy guy from my past shows up outside my bedroom door every morning at six thirty.”

            “Oh okay, good,” he remarked, “I didn’t want to startle you.”

            I resisted the urge to slap his fucking face. “What do you even want, Alex?”

            He looked at me with what seemed like an unshakeable confidence, “Well, believe it or not, I didn’t come here to see you in skimpy pajamas, although I must say…” I smacked him hard then. He didn’t seem fazed in the least. “Okay, I deserved that. But as I was saying, I came to see you before I leave.”

            That’s right. He had to leave. Huh, with all the excitement of having Alex back in town, I forgot that his stay was temporary. That kind of bummed me out. But just for a second. “Oh. Well, bye.”

            His expression soured, “Don’t be like that.”