You Forgot?

Clint just stood there, not quite sure what to do as he watched summer walk out of the kitchen looking truly scared, he had never seen summer look scared before, ever. He didn’t move, he was afraid she would snap on him if he did, but she didn’t. She didn’t even look at him she just walked out of the room. He felt offended, not that he had wanted her to yell at him but acknowledge his existence would have done. Summer wasn’t having a food fight with herself after all. He looked around at the mess, “I guess she’s right to be angry, it is quite dirty” he thought looking at the mayonnaise that coated the stove and the eggs all over the side of the counter.

“Well” he thought “time to get to it.” He started picking everything up, searching through the cupboards to find the Windex and the Lysol. He sighed, it wasn’t as If he and summer didn’t pick up the messes they made, they had made worse than this and her mother had never known. That’s part of getting dirty, you have to clean up. Clint wondered what summer’s mother had even been doing home anyway, she was never home. She was always at one benefit or another, and that’s when it hit him. He threw the sponges down and ran up the stairs. Flinging open summer’s door to find her laying upsidown from her bed. Feet against the wall and head on the ground, short red hair still looking perfect.

“I CAN’T BELIVE I FORGOT!” he screamed. She smiled at him with a giant smile, “finally caught on have you?” she asked. “And keep it down clinty; daddy would never forgive me if I had a boy in my room. He thinks ill get knocked up by just holding someone’s hand. I’d be grounded even longer, even if it is my birthday.” Clint felt horrible, he was her best friend. He was supposed to remember her birthday. For gods sakes her parents had remembered her birthday. But he had forgotten, and he felt horrible.

“Summer, I’m so sorry…I…” he studded trying to find an excuse for his horrible non best friendish behavior. “Save it” she said letting her body tumble over itself. “You’re forgiven, on one condition.” She stood up and walked towards her closet. Her closet was huge, and contained mostly cloths that summer would never wear in her whole life. Flowery and girly cloths her mother had bought her in an attempt to eradicate this “tom boy phase” as she called it.

Nervously Clint asked “what” knowing perfectly well that anything that summer would ask in return for forgetting that it was her birthday and not just any birthday, her sixteenth birthday. Summer paused pulling a shirt out of the closet and holding it up to her body before throwing it across the room and onto her bed. “Spring me.” She said simply like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“What?” Clint said, not because he was shocked but because it was crazy. “Spring me” she said again straightening up from looking for a pair of pants. “You know, jail break… help me escape this place clinty.” Clint couldn’t believe what he was hearing, it was impossible to get out of here even if they wanted to, they had tried it before.

 

“I hate them!” summer screamed. “I hate them I hate them I hate them” she had run around her room grabbing her cloths and shoveling them into a bag, before looking at Clint. “Help me run away.” She said giving him the eyes, “ugh,” he thought she knew he couldn’t say no when she made the eyes. “Fine” he said. Helping her pack her stuff into her ample sized suitcase. Summer had smiled at him, he remembered that a real completely genuine thankful smile before pecking him on the cheek and saying “I love you, you know that right? You’re the best friend I could ever ask for.” He had burned bright red at that moment before stuttering “we...we should go.” And grabbing her suitcase. They hadn’t gotten any farther than the end of her driveway before Rosita had come out and dragged a very upset and rater intimidating Summer Back into the house.

That had been three years ago, and here she was asking him to do it again. “I know what you’re thinking” summer said “but this time it’s only temporary.” She gave him the eyes again, dahm those eyes he thought, they were so blue and beautiful. “Fine,” he said. Sometimes he could swear summer was psychic.

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[Uc Amalu Jr]

Ok, I didn't understand why Summer hated them, so I'll have to read the previous chapter. A mistake in 'He thinks ill get ...', . . All the same, the book looks wonderful. .


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