summer boy || H.S

twelve

Harry

I can't stand the thought that Summer somehow snuck Giovanni into her room last night.

I was awoken by loud moans coming from inside her bedroom and I'm sure Giovanni was in there doing sinful things to her.

I thought about walking in on them again, but figured I had already dug myself a deep enough hole with Summer.

It was so confusing and aggravating waking up to those moans.

Aggravating because I know Giovanni was apart of making those sounds escape from her.

Confusing, because, well, knowing those sweet moans were coming from Summer turned me on.

It felt wrong, But I couldn't help the blood rushing to my crotch every time I heard her squeaky moan.

I eventually took care of it, and once I had made a mess of myself, her moans seemed to stop temporarily.

I layed on my back staring at the ceiling until quickly my eyes grew heavy and I fell asleep as the moaning started up again.

I woke up this morning disgusted at myself for being so damn creepy. I hate that even just the sound of her moans got me that worked up.

I sit and stare at the ceiling. Just like the night prior, but eventually I need to get up for breakfast.

As if on cue the bell for breakfast rings. I stand up and quickly get dressed for the day before walking over the Summers room to let her know breakfast is ready.

As I go to knock on her door I hear a quiet argument happening behind it.

"Summer we can't do that again" I hear a voice say.

"What do you mean?" Summer responds.

"That's not who I am, I'm a good catholic I don't do those sort of things" The voice says again.
"B-but" I hear Summer's voice break.

"I think It's better if we stop being friends" The voice says with urgency.

   With that I decide to stop eavesdropping and go downstairs for breakfast.

I can't help but wonder who she's talking to or what they're talking about.

Being catholic is preventing her from doing what, and why do they need to stop being friends?

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear the front door slam.

I turn around to see Summer standing in front of it looking helpless.

She turns and makes eye contact with me before wiping her obvious tears away and putting on a fake smile.

"Good morning Harold," she says and walks right past me into the dining room.

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After breakfast Mr.Micheletti had some business we needed to attend. We worked from home until after lunch when we went into town for a meeting.