Our Summer Loves
Chapter 1
“Mom come on I’m 16, Aimie’s an adult, and I will be fine. One summer in Los Angeles is not going to kill me. Besides she already has the One Direction tickets.”
“Then have her take someone else.”
“Mom, please, c’mon.” C’mon, c’mon and dance with me baby. I forced myself from singing that out loud and brought my attention back to arguing my case.
“Tell me why I should trust a girl that is barely an adult to take care of my underage, naïve, and easily influenced daughter on a trip for 3 months!”
“Because, Aimie is my best friend… No more like the sister I never had. She won’t let anything happen to me! What are you scared of? Me losing my virginity? Because I’m smarter than that!”
“Do not raise your voice at me Maura that will get you nowhere. And your virginity is just one of the many things I’m worried about. Worst case scenario, you get away from Aimie, kidnapped, and eventually murdered.”
“Over dramatic much?”
“You know what, fine. Go, but if you get hurt at least I still have my son with the brains.”
I winced at the sting of her words and shrank back up to my room. I grabbed the already packed bags, walked back downstairs shouldering past mom, and out the door. I hopped in my beat down Ford F-150 and drove to the nearest airport in Missouri.
When I got there Aimie was leaning up against her Mustang Convertible. Her blonde hair tied up in a messy bun. She had a purple Adidas hoodie on with a pair of blue denim jeans on. Her shoes were a pair of purple sequin Vans. As always she had a pair of white headphones sticking out of her ears. By the way she was bouncing her head to a sort of slow rhythm I guessed she was probably listening to one of our Top 5 songs from the One Direction album Take Me Home. Narrowing down my choices I ruled out Heart Attack, Rock Me, Last First Kiss, and I Would. So it had to be Summer Love. Which was kind of a funny coincidence considering all the work I did for this trip was to see the thing I loved the most this summer.
Aimie and I found out our common love of One Direction after talking on Facebook. We also chatted on Twitter. I got out my cheap phone and tweeted: mlglaeser: @aimiemarshall: why don’t you turn around girl!
Her rhythm got all jacked up as she distractedly read the tweet. Then she turned around and her face lit up. She pulled her headphones out and ran over to me.
“Took you long enough!”
“Well I had to convince my mom it was even okay to go. You know how she is. She said yes the one night when she was completely wasted. Then she decides, ‘oh today I am going to be a responsible parent after my daughter already got a yes, packed her bags, and has someone waiting for her at the airport’.”
“Well, you know moms.” She said shrugging.
“Let’s get on the plane I want I want I want to see One Direction!!!”
“I know I was practically jumping in my seat on the way here. But let’s focus on getting to the hotel, picking out an outfit, and getting beauty sleep!”
“You don’t need it, I do!”
“Stop that you’re gorgeous and you know it!”
“Thanks Aimie. Let’s go in.”
Now boarded on the plane Aimie and I sit next to each other Tweeting to anyone who cares, same with Facebook. So far we have gotten a lot of replies saying, ‘Have fun be safe’, or ‘Lucky I want to see 1D’!
A monotone voice came over above our heads “Please note the seatbelts are required for takeoff. Turn off all electrical devices until further notice. Flight time 8 hours.”
Aimie and I reluctantly snapped on our seatbelts and plugged in our iPods. I turned mine to Little Things and felt that stab of pure joy as Zayn’s voice filled my ears. Your hand fits in mine like it was meant for me, but bear this in mine it was meant to be. Now I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks and it all makes sense to me.
A tear ran down my face at the thought that maybe no one would find those ‘Little Things’ about me that they loved. Sometimes when my mom gets into her drunken phases she tells me all the things that are ugly about me. “Honey your ass is bigger than 2 hippos put together.” It wasn’t that big!! I am about 5’2 with brown hair and brown eyes. My weight isn’t bad but like Harry says, I still have to squeeze into my jeans, and I never want to know how much I weigh. Hopefully I will find that guy that will think I’m perfect anyway.
The two things I love to do in this world are singing and softball. Aimie and I are amazing singers and we are not only hoping to find joy at our One Direction concert, or a true love, but secretly we are auditioning for the X Factor as a duet group. I am freaking out about it. I’ve been secretly practicing since I was 10. I didn’t know what show I’d audition for, but that I would. My mom says I sound like a man after getting sledge hammered in the balls… Sweet right?
“Hey Maura…” Aimie said tapping on my shoulder.
“What?” I asked pulling out one of my headphones.
“You should get some sleep you look a little I don’t know psycho. And we have about 7 and a half hours.”
“Yeah you’re right. I’ll just put Take me Home on loop.”
She laughed, “Yeah me too.”
I closed my eyes and had an amazing dream about Louis William Tomlinson. He was my favorite One Direction member. But I thought of him as more than that. He had this sense of humor that made everyone laugh. But he was masking something. I could tell by the way his eyes had this gloss over of sadness. I don’t know why, but I know it must’ve been a while back. It takes a lot of practice to fake happiness for years and years.
I of all people would know about that…
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Our Summer Loves
FanfictionAimie and Maura are best friends. They are going to California for a whole summer to see their favorite band. One Direction!!They also want to see how far they can get into a music career by auditioning for X Factor. Maura's home life is less tha...
