I had this habit of waking up with amnesia.
I'd blink into my bedroom, and forget my name, my town, my life. I didn't exist for the first 30 seconds of every day. On the 6th day of summer vacation, I woke up with no memory of my 17 years on this planet, but it all came back very quickly and I realized, as I listened to the sounds of my house waking up, that I had lived very little. I was barely a person.
The ocean trumpeted its existence through the window. Sounds of waves crashing and seagulls cawing came to life quietly in the distance. I clicked on my phone- Maybe I'd find a life in there.
9:37 AM.
Text from: BenjiHe was the only person that ever really texted me. Maybe that made me lame, but I didn't mind. He was the only person I'd want to text me.
Benji: APOLLOOOOO let's hang out today
Me: right.. do u remember nicolas young? from 6th grade?
Benji: yeah, nico right?
Me: right
Me: long story short, he's staying w me for the summer summer and my moms making him tag along to all my stuff
Benji: he's staying all summer??
Me: yep
Benji: damn
Benji: he's not replacing me right? u cant have 2 best friends
Me: def not
I set my phone to the side and stretched into my unmade bed. I was outgrowing the twin-sized mattress, but I could fold myself up tight enough to fit. My phone buzzed again and I sat up to read it.
Benji: he can hang out w us today then
Benji: bike over to mine? we can get pizzaaaaaa
I texted a thumbs up before falling back onto my bed. I had a feeling Nicolas and Benji would get along. They were similar- carefree, spontaneous, the exact opposite of myself. But, deep down, I wasn't exactly thrilled about them getting to know one another. I sort of wanted to keep those two worlds separate.
"Hey," Nicolas said from the bathroom doorway. I hadn't realized I'd left the door open in the night.
Nico looked awake, despite his pajamas. I didn't take him for an early riser.
"Morning," I replied.
"Your mom's calling us for breakfast," he said. His voice was climbing, like he was nervous to talk to me. I shook it off and smiled.
"Yeah. Be down in a minute."
He slipped away again with a quite, "Cool," and I peeled myself from my bed to brush my teeth.
The air smelled like bacon and toast when I reached our kitchen. Nicolas was washed a bowl of strawberries at the sink, and mom was pouring me a hefty sized mug of coffee.
"Good morning, honey," she said, not even turning to look at me.
"Morning," I said.
I took the mug from her and stirred in some sugar.
"Nicolas? Any coffee this morning?" she called to him.
"Oh, no thank you," Nico replied. "Not a big fan of coffee."
This was terrible news to both me and my mother, as the two of us were seemingly born with caffeine pumping through our veins. Nicolas took a glass of water to the table instead.
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Home for the Summer (BOYXBOY)
RomanceApollo Quinn wants nothing to do with Nicolas Young. While 5 years ago, the two had been best friends, nowadays they live across the country from one another and rarely talk. That is until Nicolas is forced to leave his home and move in with Apollo...