20 Days 'Till Summer

Alecia’s POV

I drag Zayn all the way into my house, through the kitchen, and down the stairs into the family room, where my computer is. My computer is a little old, doing with the fact it is a Windows Vista. I so wish my mom would update to a Mac or give me my own laptop. The computer is already on, so I log on to my account.

“What are you looking for, Ale?” Zayn asks.

“Oh, nothing. Things for us to do in twenty days.” I say.

“Well, what do you have in mind?” Zayn asks. I roll my eyes and type in “fun things for teenagers to do over the summer.” A lot of things popped up, but the one thing that caught my eye was squidoo.com. There is a whole list of things, like make your own hand soap. I wouldn’t mind actually doing these things. “Do you think I’m going to actually do these things?”

“Yes, I do because every summer, I do what you want. I’m tired of doing what you want. It’s my turn now.” I say. Tears start spilling down my face. Every single year I have to do what he wants. This year is my turn.

Arms wrap around my torso and I am brought into a tight hug. The arms feel protective and I like it. Get your self out of it, Ale, you don’t like it. He’s your best friend. I haven’t felt this safe in years. More tears fall down my face, and now they are uncontrollably. I let them fall and don’t go to wipe them.

“Ale, it’s going to be alright. I’m going to do these with you. I want to. Please don’t cry. We can do all 100 of them.” Zayn says. He rubs my back, moving his hands in circles. My breathing calms down and I’m brought down from my break down.

I grab a pen and paper. I begin to write everything down. If everything wasn’t too old, I would be able to print this page out. But, no, my parents have to be cheap. All I ever hear is “We don’t have the money to supply that,” or “We can’t get you anything.” It kind of gets annoying after a while. Being told that your whole life can make you see the world in a different light. When I finish all of that, my hand feels like twenty needles were being pushed through it.

“Next time, you’re writing.” I say. Zayn chuckles and grabs me by the waist and lifts me up. I squeal. “Zayn, put me down!”

He walks over somewhere and throws me on there. I realize it’s the brown couch in my family room. I look up at Zayn and he has a smirk plastered all over his face. He looks down at me and places his arms right at the bottom of my feet. My legs elongate themselves until they feel muscle. My feet start moving around in circles until I can’t feel anything. My torso raises up, bringing my head with it. My eyes scan the room, looking for that boy who just got knocked over. He was nowhere to be seen. Where can he be?

I stand up and just let my feet take me wherever they wanted to go. It led me to the big white refrigerator in the kitchen. I open the croaky door and look inside. There’s absolutely nothing in here. My mom needs to really go grocery shopping. I slam the door closed and walk out of the kitchen into the dining room. Zayn was sitting in a chair, tears spilling out of his eyes as his head is hung over a book.

“Zayn, what are you doing?” I ask.

Zayn’s head shoots up and the tears are gone immediately. He smiles and closes the book he was looking at just a couple of seconds ago. “I have to go home right now.See you tomorrow.” He gets up and makes his way to the front door, taking the book with him. He takes one look back, with his hand on the doorknob. The look in his eyes makes me want to run up to him and give him a hug, but something is holding me back.

“See you tomorrow, Zayn.” I say. He nods his head and walks out the door. What can possibly be bugging his small mind? I sigh and walk up the nine steps slowly. I walk a couple of steps and make a right. I make my way down the white hallway and walk straight into my room.

It’s pretty small. I guess it’s because I wanted an all blue room and wouldn’t listen to my mom when she said have a white ceiling. I sigh and plop down on my twin sized bed, my head into my pillow. Today has been a long day. First finding out that my best friend is moving in just twenty-one days. Another thing is seeing him upset looking at that mysterious book. What is in that book that made him so upset?

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