something like summer - jeremiah fisher

i

for as long camila could remember she'd been going to cousins every summer. it was her safe haven; away from all of the obnoxious high schoolers that she'd known for the majority of her life, and all of the family drama that had happened during the divorce.

'hey, bells we're going in, like, ten minutes, so get your ass moving,' camila said opening the door and seeing her sister practically attacking the girl's best friend with a fit of laughter.

'um, okay, i better get going,' belly said, getting off the bed, as cami closed the door again.

she could hear the girls getting quiet, '... you want a hot make-out with conrad fisher, you dirty little slut!' taylor laughed. everyone knew that belly had been in love with the older fisher boy for most of her life, but no one ever mentioned it, not really.

she walked down the hallway towards her own room, putting on the rest of her jewelry; she was already wearing her usual earrings, so she put on her three rings, two for the left hand and one for the right one, two necklaces a short and a little longer one, and a ton of bracelets that she had spent years collecting; some she'd bought on an occasional school fieldtrip to a theme park or a wildlife center, some had been susannah's, some she had taken from belly, but most of them were from cousins.

she looked at herself in the mirror; she didn't look like her dad at all, but she definitely looked like her abuela. there was a slight resemblance to her mom and siblings, but definitely not as much as her dad's mother.

she didn't mind how she looked; her hair was the perfect length, the kind that you only have once in a while, with a nice beach wavy look to it. she had dark roots and a bunch of natural highlights here and there from having her hair in braids while playing soccer in the sun.

snapping her out of her thoughts, 'we're going,' belly said poking her head through the door.

'i call shotgun!' camila yelled, rushing down the stairs, after giving her braids and a few final tucks and grabbing her sunglasses and cap.

'not fair!' belly exclaimed, almost tripping over her suitcase while running down the stairs. in the end, cami got the front seat.

'im sitting in the front when we go home,' belly said.

'uh-huh,' cami hummed, putting her earbuds in. she loved the drive to cousins, it was relaxing, and the scents of street food, sunscreen, and the ocean made her feel at peace; like nothing could go wrong.

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'camila!'

'what!' she yelled back pulling out her earbuds.

her mom sighed, 'if you can't hear us when we're trying to talk to you, then maybe you should turn off your music.'

'it's not my fault belly belts to every song like it's the last time she'll ever listen to it,' cami mumbled, the peaceful feeling being completely gone. 'sorry, bell.'

'anyway, like i was saying; i want you to be better at helping out this summer,' she started, 'like, don't just leave your dishes in the sink. load them into the dishwasher. and not just your own dish, either, steven.'

'what? but i-'

'i want you to be good house guests,' she continued.

'mom, susannah has people who clean, doesn't she?' steven asked, although it was more of a statement than a question.

'steven!' camila exclaimed, while her mom softly whacked the back of his head, still getting the point across though.

'ow!' he said. cami looked at him with a raised eyebrow, knowing that their mother wanted to hear something else, 'all right. all right. sorry,' he finally said, earning a nod from the older twin, and a thank you from their mom.