Summer Vacation [H.S.]
Chapter 3
Saturday, June 8th, 2015
"When is Lydia getting here?" My dad asked.
"This afternoon." I responded.
"It'll be good to have her here." He said.
"Yep." I said continuing to flip through a magazine.
"Peter can we please go down to the beach? I want to work on my tan!" Erin begged my father.
"Yes baby, let me grab some water." He said placing his hand on her lower back.
"Are you coming down to the water?" My dad asked.
"Probably in a bit." I answered.
I heard Erin groan under her breath.
"I'm ready." He said grabbing a couple bottles of water.
"Yay, let's go!" She said practically dragging him out the door.
God I hope she gets skin cancer.
"Well she's certainly a bitch." Harry said startling me.
"Couldn't agree more." I muttered.
He poured himself some orange juice and grabbed a granola bar.
He stood across the breakfast bar from me. His skin was tanner than in the past summers. His arms seemed buffer, maybe it's just because I hadn't seen him in years.
"So how was touring?" I asked curiously.
"It's amazing! Singing in front of huge audiences, traveling around the world, and meeting so many fans. It's like a dream." He said.
"That's nice." I said awkwardly.
"It's good being back I missed it here. I missed you Adrian." He said smiling.
What the hell am I supposed to say now?
"Yeah." I said.
Really that's all I could think of?
"So... I heard your friend uh...." He started.
"Lydia." I said.
"Yeah Lydia, is coming in today." He said.
"She should be here this afternoon." I said.
Lydia started coming here after Harry left. She's a wonderful friend and I couldn't make it through the summer without her.
"It'll be nice to meet her." He said.
After a while the awkwardness was to much and I escaped to my room. I walked over to the record player my grandfather had given to me. Harry and I used to go to old thrift stores and garage sales looking for old vinyl records. We would put on music and climb up into the roof. The music was quiet enough so nobody heard, but loud enough it blocked out the rest of the world. I remember sitting out there to the wee hours of the morning, just dreaming out loud. I placed the dusty vinyl on the player. The sound of Oh! Darling filled my small room.
"I didn't know you still liked The Beatles." Harry said startling me.
"I guess so." I said quickly turning it off.
"Somethings don't change." He said leaning against the doorway.
"Somethings do." I said looking into his eyes.
Somethings do change...
"When is Lydia getting here?" My dad asked.
"This afternoon." I responded.
"It'll be good to have her here." He said.
"Yep." I said continuing to flip through a magazine.
"Peter can we please go down to the beach? I want to work on my tan!" Erin begged my father.
"Yes baby, let me grab some water." He said placing his hand on her lower back.
"Are you coming down to the water?" My dad asked.
"Probably in a bit." I answered.
I heard Erin groan under her breath.
"I'm ready." He said grabbing a couple bottles of water.
"Yay, let's go!" She said practically dragging him out the door.
God I hope she gets skin cancer.
"Well she's certainly a bitch." Harry said startling me.
"Couldn't agree more." I muttered.
He poured himself some orange juice and grabbed a granola bar.
He stood across the breakfast bar from me. His skin was tanner than in the past summers. His arms seemed buffer, maybe it's just because I hadn't seen him in years.
"So how was touring?" I asked curiously.
"It's amazing! Singing in front of huge audiences, traveling around the world, and meeting so many fans. It's like a dream." He said.
"That's nice." I said awkwardly.
"It's good being back I missed it here. I missed you Adrian." He said smiling.
What the hell am I supposed to say now?
"Yeah." I said.
Really that's all I could think of?
"So... I heard your friend uh...." He started.
"Lydia." I said.
"Yeah Lydia, is coming in today." He said.
"She should be here this afternoon." I said.
Lydia started coming here after Harry left. She's a wonderful friend and I couldn't make it through the summer without her.
"It'll be nice to meet her." He said.
After a while the awkwardness was to much and I escaped to my room. I walked over to the record player my grandfather had given to me. Harry and I used to go to old thrift stores and garage sales looking for old vinyl records. We would put on music and climb up into the roof. The music was quiet enough so nobody heard, but loud enough it blocked out the rest of the world. I remember sitting out there to the wee hours of the morning, just dreaming out loud. I placed the dusty vinyl on the player. The sound of Oh! Darling filled my small room.
"I didn't know you still liked The Beatles." Harry said startling me.
"I guess so." I said quickly turning it off.
"Somethings don't change." He said leaning against the doorway.
"Somethings do." I said looking into his eyes.
Somethings do change...
Awww thank you so much you are one of the reasons I write. I promise that I'm gonna edit and write an epilogue i just don't know when. But I love you so much and you should dm me on Instagram @dee.drumm sometime and we can talk! Jeez I sound like I'm self promoting but I'm not lol. I love you bunches and thanks for all the love and support!!! ❤❤❤❤ -Dee xx
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