The Summer We Grew Up {#Shawrocketfundcontest}

The Summer We Grew Up {#Shawrocketfundcontest}

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It's been 5 years. Five long years ever since the Brooklyn Kids went by their own separate ways, away from their small Canadian town of Winterton. They were called so because of their great escapade to Brooklyn when they were merely 16 years old. After five years of learning and working their backs off, they were back to their quaint little town To rectify the wrongs To wrong the rights that just don't seem "right" To fight for their friendship To gain completion as individuals To feel alright after years of feeling all wrong Because all these years, even after splitting up for the wrong reason, they had decided to reunite to with the right intention. Because they never wanted to be split up, never wanted to be separate in the first place. All these years they lived monotonous and uninteresting lives, which was tiring for them especially when they grew up having an adventure nearly every day. Sometimes it takes years to grow up and feel alright. Sometimes it just takes one summer night with the people whom you've missed dearly for ages, for you to grow up and feel satisfied and happy.
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I know.

10 years. 10 years of hating Griffin Taylor. Luckily for me, he lives hundreds of miles away and I very rarely have to handle the knowledge he's in town for his 48 hour visits. Some supposed best friend he turned out to be. Mum and dad would have screamed at him for hours for missing the things he did. Though, Griffin Taylor never did care about other people's feelings. I always thought I wasn't apart of that rule. That I was different to him. His best friend. His rock. No call. No text, no message through his mum or his brother. Nothing. Mine and Piper's world collapsed from under us. Total strangers on the outskirts of town showed their love and support. But Griffin? He showed up 18 months later with barely a word before taking another life altering phone call. Ass. Now, 6 years after I last had the pleasure of being in his almighty presence, Piper made the overwhelming, stupid decision to invite him to her wedding. It's fine. He'll be here for his usual 48 hours and I'll find a million things to keep me out of his way so I'll barely see him. It's fine. Not a problem. I can handle it. Piper wants him here, Piper wants her family here and I guess, with no one else, the Taylor's are family. For Piper I'll keep my thoughts to myself, I'll smile and I'll be the good Christian I am. But as far as I care, Griffin Taylor can rot. In. Hell.

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