Summer At Justin's (Editing)

Summer At Justin's - Twelve

Justin's POV

I woke up to the smell of my mothers breakfast. She was the best cook. I got out of bed and started getting ready. My stomach growled and i hurried as fast as i could to get some food.

I left my room and headed for the stairs, then last night hit me as I looked at the door where Delia was probably sleeping in.

A smile crept up on my face as i remmebered that we had forgiven each other and started over. Today, i wanted to show her around my house. We had a pretty big house, it was hard to adjust to it when we first moved in. But i've come to love it.

I always wanted to show her my favorite place in the house. It's where i edit my videos, or just chill. It could be a place we could hang out together.

As i made my way into the kitchen, I noticed that my parents and Delias parents, Pam and Jim, were outside eating by the pool. I grabbed some pancakes from the kitchen and made my way outside.

"Goodmorning!" everyone greeted me. My parent's took off three months of work, June, July, and August, for this trip. They'd been saving ever since we moved. We rarely went on vacation.

And since both my parents hold such high ranks in their jobs, they weren't questioned. I am guessing Delia's parents did the same.

As i sat down on the patio i notced Delia wasn't there, i figured she was still sleeping. And then, she came in through the gate leading to the beach.

"Goodmorning guys." she said walking in, "I went for a run on the beach. It was amazing, nothing like a run i'd ever done back home." she said smiling.

My jaw dropped a little when i noticed she was wearing short shorts and a sports bra and some nikes. She was also dripping in sweat.

When she first came back, i noticed how old she had gotten. Three years can really change you. She'd grown a bit taller, her hair a bit longer, and she was fit. It took everything not to stare at her all the time. The only thing that hadn't changed was how beautiful she was - and how much i liked her.

Yeah, i still had a little crush on her. I mean, it's not like i was the one that stopped talking to her.  And all the guys in middle school liked her, but i would keep them away, threatening them, telling them she was mine. Even though she wasn't, maybe never.

The day we had finally kissed, in the bathroom, was the best day ever. But after when she had told me, she just wanted to be friends, i was kind of heartbroken. I regretted kissing her when SHE wasn't ready.

So the day i finally left, when she kissed me, I was so happy. It was such a bitter sweet moment. She doesn't know what she does to me.

I had lost some feelings for her in the three years, but they quickly rekindled the minute she came tumbling into my room while I was filming a video. She was such a clutz sometimes.

I was sent out of my thoughts when i heard Delia say, "Stop staring you perv." and she slapped my arm.

"Ow." i said, "Goodmorning to you too." she was such a delightful person, wasn't she.

"Hmmph" she said, "Oh and i was going to ask you this morning, but you were asleep so i didnt bother. But, i like to go on runs in the morning, so you wanna come with tomorrow?"

"Yeah sure, " i said, "I didn't know you were a runner, though." 

"Oh, yeah, I never was until you left, i got into track in freshamn year. It sucked though so i quit, but i continued on running because I loved it so much." she said. "It helped me let out all my frustrations." she lowered her head a little, looking at me sadly.