That Summer.

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Summer 2012

Terry stared blankly out the car window as the tree’s passed over and over, she counted clouds, bushes and now it was tree’s “Honey” she looked up to see her mom smiling at her “Honey aren’t you excited?” she giggled “hmph” Terry mumbled barely giving her mom any attention at all. “Okay Honey” her mom smiled weakly and continued to drive. Terry stared at her phone awaiting the text of her best friend who swore she would text as soon as she could it had been four hours since then, and they were almost to the lake house, Aah the lake house her mom thought a summer down at her sister's lake house would help Terry open up again. It seemed nothing else could or would, so both her mom and sister insisted so off they went packing bags and a few small boxes, off they went to the seven hour drive upstate. Terry didn’t whine or protest, she simply grabbed her journal and phone and went along, so here they were halfway there, with her mom checking in on her every second or so, for the remainder of the ride she kept her face down her thoughts deep inside the music blasting from her ipod.

Laughter could be heard from the distance, Tammy had went ahead in her own car the little blue bug, with barbie stickers still plastered on it from when they were five and went crazy attacking their grandmother’s car. Tammy was laughing as she always did, her loud boisterous laugh could be heard from anywhere, she stood in her wedges and floral print shorts, with her loose white top that hugged her enough to show she had a set of melons on her. Her blonde dyed hair which suited her more than her natural brown hair was in a french braid, as her hazel eyes twinkled with happiness, she was sorting out the garbage, it was her job to fix up the house as much as she could before her sister and mom arrived. Beside her was a tall lanky boy, not necessarily fit but not completely shrunken either, he had a guitar next to him, as he chattered away about something obviously funny.

“Omg that is so funny” she roared with laughter tossing her braid to the side, the boy stared at her following the length of her body down to her toes, “Tammy” her mom yelled as she slammed the trunk gathering the last of the small boxes, Terry had left the car taking only a duffel bag and one small crate, she walked past Tammy getting her interest. “Terry” she said giddily diverting her attention from the boy and gripping onto Terry, she planted a small kiss on her forehead, “I missed you” she said loud enough for anyone within earshot to hear. The boy grunted, folding his arms irritated, “And you might be?” their mother asked stopping short in front of the boy, he jumped at attention scratching behind his ear nervously, but before he could answer another boy exited the house, he was rather tall, with long hair tied back in a ponytail held by a sort of beads that jingled. He was bare chested his sweater tied around his waist, while his jean were cut off at the ankles, leaving tattered pieces hanging.

His tan skin shone with sweat while his pearly whites “And he is Matty, I’m Sticks” he smiled even more, Terry’s Mom smiled back while hiding her anger, “Tammy, honey please inform me why these two young men are here” she almost barked at her daughter. Holding Terry tighter she replied, “They were simply helping how do you except me” she motioned to herself giving Terry ample time to wrench out of her grasp, and run towards the door bumping into Sticks and dropping her crate everything scattering, she nor him apologized, he bent down to pick up her things, “Don’t touch” she barked yanking it from his grasp, and tossing it back into her crate continuing her trek into the house leaving Sticks a bit dumbfounded and a bit annoyed, “He sure has an attitude” he said half smiling towards Terry’s mom and sister. “My daughter..” she emphasized “Does not have an attitude, she is simply not feeling well” she humphed then continued up the stairs, stopping at the door, “Oh and Tammy please get rid of these two young men” she stared hard before stomping after Terry.

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