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1. serendipity7729
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   May 11, 2010 7:08pm UTC
   His Summer
   (not finished. more later. sorry.)
   Eric and I were inseperable once again. There was just something about this camp that made us want to be together, something about this camp that made us forget why we had grown apart, why we had stopped talking.
   "Morning, sunshine." I was shaken awake. I opened my eyes, groaned, and rolled over.
   "Whaaaat time is it?" I moaned, eyes closed again.
   "4 in the morning." Eric said cheerily.
   "Oh, for the love of God. Why'd you wake me up?" I mumbled.
   "Because we have a special surprise for you." I heard another voice say. I was tired, but it sounded like Jake's.
   "Go back to bed. Please." I urged.
   "But you have to get out of bed. Seriously." That was Michaela, I think...
   "Aw, Jesus. Move, move, move." I heard Mike pushing through the crowd surrounding my bed. All of a sudden, I felt my covers being pulled off of me. Then, there was a sharp pain in the middle of my forehead.
   "OW!" My eyes shot open and I sat up. My hand went directly to the spot on my forehead where Mike had apparently flicked me.
   "Knew that'd get ya up." He said smugly.
   "WHAT do you people want?"
   "Here. Put these on." Michaela threw something at me. It landed in my lap. My eyes adjusted and I could see the moon beams shining through the window. It was dark, and I could only see the outlines of Jacob, Mike, Michaela, and Eric.
   They all sat on the bed opposite me. I took off my pajama shorts and slid into a pair of sweatpants, they smelt and felt like Eric's. I pulled off my t-shirt and yanked on a tank top. Eric grabbed my hand and they led the way out of the bunk room.
   "So, where are we going, anyways?" I asked Eric.
   "The bridge." Eric replied. We walked for about a half an hour. I was tired, so Eric and I lagged behind. We laughed and talked. He gave me a piggyback for half of the way, I was too exhausted to walk, and he knows I'm not a morning person.
   We walked all the way down the path, and then up the hill. We walked up to the highest bridge and sat on the end, facing the resevoir. I layed my head on Eric's shoulder and closed my eyes. We dangled our feet off of the bridge and watched the water.
   We waited a half an hour more or so, and watched as the water was painted in a blazing red light. The sun rose in a row of pink, orange, and purple flames.
   
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2. serendipity7729
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   April 13, 2010 9:12pm UTC
   His Summer(still not over!)
   "What do you mea, stop?" he asked, confused, slurring his words. As I began to wake up, i heard the music in the background, and I heard glass clinking.
   "It's late. You're drunk. You don't mean it. I've waited long enough for you. I can't do it. There's a difference between when I say ,'I love you', and when you say it. I never stopped loving you. You were the one that took someone else. You can't just stop loving me."
   "I'm not drunk, Paige. I promise. I broke up with her, you know. I broke up with her for you. You know why? Because I love you. Always have. And yeah, you're young. And for a while, I actually thought that mattered. But it doesn't. I got lonely, not having you here by me anymore. It was hard. But you have to understand, Paige. You don't know how much I love you."
   "You don't love me that much. Because if you did, you wouldn't make me do this." and with that, I hung up the phone. I listened as my ringtone played over and over again, as his number appeared on my phone. The tears came again, and the movie of what last summer meant to me, played itself in my mind.
   February break rolled around. Snow was melting, and the weather warmed. Michaela's family was heading down to camp, and I tagged along.
   We arrived and I went with Michaela to the main house to greet the family. The aunts kissed my cheek and the uncles gave me great bear hugs.
   I walked down to the cabin while everyone else was finishing up their dinners. I walked across the leaders cabin's small porch and into the living room. I threw my sweatshirt onto the recliner and walked down the hall into the bedroom. I began to unpack my things onto the closest bed, the bottom bunk on the right. I layed out my pillow and sheets, and put my clothes in the dresser ont he far wall. We would be here for a week. Home, sweet home.
   "Hey stranger." I spun around. There he was.
   "No one mentioned you were here..." I said to Eric. He was sitting on the top bunk diagonal from mine. I hadn't noticed him while I was unpacking.
   "I couldn't miss seeing you when I had the chance."
   "Eric, I-" I began, but heard someone else entering the cabin.
   "LOVE BIRDS! Oh how I missed you're lovely public display of affection in these long, lonely seven months!" Mike bellowed.
   "MIKE!" I squealed. He wrapped his arms around my waist and spun me around in his arms.
   "Miss me?" he laughed.
   "Oh, you don't even know!" I giggled. He set up his bed above mine, across from Eric's.
   I spent that night in the leaders cabin living room with Jake, Mike, Michaela, and Eric. I avoided meeting his gaze for the better part of the evening. We all laughed and caught up on all of our lives. I hadn't much to say.
   The hour grew late, and we grew tired. We all walked together to our bunks. This was just the start of our own little summer. Just one week was all we had together. But that was all I needed to hold me until April vacation, and then to summer 2010.
   In the middle of the night, I heard someone moving across the room. I looked over at Michaela, she was snoring. Jake was on the couch next to the dresser, splayed out in all directions. Mike was lying flat as a board above me. Before I knew it, Eric was sitting, indian style, at the end of my bed.
   "Can we talk?" Eric asked.
   "How'd you know I was awake?"
   "I know you too well."
   "I don't know you at all anymore." and for the first time that night, I really looked at him. He had bags under his eyes, and they were red, like he's been crying. His hair was gone, how could I not have noticed? He had shaved his head, now there was just the remnents of peach fuzz. He was wearing a black wifebeater tank top, and grey sweatpants. The one thing that took me by surprise was what hung on his neck. It was my father's old dogtags. I had given them to him the day I left camp. I wanted him to remember me. On the back of one of them, was my name, engraved in the old, worn metal.
   I reached up, and held the dogtags. I played with them between my fingers, and flipped them over. There it was. My name. "Did you ever take these off?"
   "Not one day of my life."
   "Why? What meaning do they have to you?" I asked, puzzled.
   "You gave me your most prized possesion. You trusted me. You wore these everyday of your life, even when you were what, four? And you gave them to me. You trusted me not to hurt you. You trusted me with them. I love you. They are a part of you." He pulled me into his arms, and I cried. He didn't abandon me. He loved me. This was what it was supposed to be. This was me and Eric. This was his summer.
   
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3. serendipity7729
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   April 13, 2010 8:30pm UTC
   His Summer
   Chapter28
   Many people wonder what happens after the happily ever after, what happens after the two fall in love?
   For us, life went on much the same. We texted all day, IMed whenever we could get to a computer, and called whenever there was a phone near. I truly thought that it wouldn't matter if I saw him everyday, we would make it. I really thought that there was no wrong age for love, and that so what if I was just a teenager, it was real.
   This lasted for a few more months, until about October. We texted less and less, and he stopped calling. IMs became less frequent, and all of our conversations were much less heart felt. And then it all changed.
   I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was standing in my room when he called. I heard his voice and was in shock. I listened to what he was saying, and went numb. I couldn't move. I just slid down the wall and cried. I didn't respond, even when he called my name. He stayed on the phone, just to make sure I was alright. He stayed with me for an hour, until I was finally ready. The only word that came out of my mouth was, "Who?"
   Yes, he had met someone else. He said he still loved me and that I was still his bestfriend. But it's not the same. For the first time in my life, I had fallen in love. And for the first time in my life, I had been broken. I finally understood what you wittyers meant.
   Yes, the world went on around me. But it was as if time had stopped. I didn't count the days anymore, and began going down in my academic areas. My friends got bored with me. Michaela was still by my side, though it was hard for her. She had known me since I was 4, but he was her cousin. She loved us both, but she stayed by me.
   No matter how much I missed him, I couldn't be around him. I couldn't talk to him. I deleted his name from my contacts. I avoided him when he called the house, having my mother tell him I wasn't home. I stayed away from Michaela's house when she told me she had family coming over. I just couldn't face him. I had given him my all, and I still wasn't good enough.
   Over and over again, I replayed that summer in my mind, wondering where I had gone wrong. Should I have told him everything about me? Should I have been less of myself?
   The one thing I couldn't bear was thinking about her. She was exactly what he had told me he didn't want. She was a clone. She wore the latest trends. She owned the latest styles. She was nothing like me at all.
   I finally snapped out of it. I stuck by Michaela where ever she went. This was new to me, I was always the one protecting her. But for once in my life, I needed her to be the strong one. She took the challenge. She answered the phone at 2 in the morning, held me when I cried, and for a while, she even stopped talking to Eric.
   It all changed one night. I woke up to the ringing of my cell.
   "Hello?" I asked groggily.
   "I missed that." I knew his voice almost immediately.
   "What?"
   "I missed the sound of your voice. And being able to call you whenever I wanted, just to say I love you. You know why I'm calling for the first time five months? I'll tell you why. Because Kristina asked me today if I loved her. I hesitated, and then said, 'No.' Why? Because when I heard that word, your face popped into my mind. Your face, and your summer. You in the shower. You wearing my old sweatpants," I clutched as his sweatpants as he said this, he had let me keep them after camp because he knew how much I liked wearing them. "You early in the morning, lying next to me, I was the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes. You on the dock, tan and wet from when I splashed you. You on the bridge, screaming when I pushed you. You at the ice cream place with ice cream on your nose, from when I shoved the cone in your face. You in your bathing suit and your stupid aviators. You in the pool. You with your annoying, stupid black nails. You and your weird hair. You dancing around with your white girl moves, jamming to RunDMC. You, at so many other stages. I saw you. You know why? Because I love you. I wanna be with you, splashing in the camp shower. I wanna be the first thing you see everyday. I wanna throw soap bubbles at you everytime you do the dishes. I wanna eat ice cream with you, even though it's too cold for your mouth. I wanna see you in your sunglasses. I wanna dance with you every night. I wanna hold your hand. I wanna play with your hair."
   "Eric?"
   "Yeah?"
   "Stop."
   
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4. serendipity7729
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   April 12, 2010 6:38pm UTC
   His Summer
   Chapter27 (NOT THE END. NEW ONE COMING RIGHT NOW.)
   We slept there, in the field, for the better part of the morning. When I woke, I realized that it was my last day here at Ker-Anna. It was the day of the bake.
   Eric and I stopped by the cabins so we could change into our parking clothes. We stepped inside the kitchen and grabbed some breakfast, then headed out to stand by parking. We laughed, fooled around, and played games. We walked around campus to see what was being sold. But before I knew it, counslers were leaving, and then the family.
   Eric and I took one last walk down to the dock and sat with our feet in the water.
   "Do you promise?" Eric turned to look at me.
   "Do I what?" I asked.
   "Do you promise you'll still love me?" Eric looked like he truly believed that there was some possibility that I would say no.
   "Of course I promise. It's not like I'm dying or something, you'll still see me."
   "But you don't know that." Eric picked up my hand and held it in his.
   "But I do. You'll drive down and see me, won't you?"
   "But what if I don't see you until next summer? Will it be the same?" he asked. He looked sad.
   "I'll always love you. Even if I am young, and you were the first guy that I ever told I loved him. Even if you are 2 yeaers older than me. I'll still love you." I looked him right in the eye.
   "I hope so. Just don't forget what I told you. Ever. Because even when it seems like it might not be true, I'll always love you. Always." he leaned in and kissed me.
   "So is this goodbye?" I asked.
   "It's not like you're dying or something. I just needed to know." Eric kissed me again, for a long time. It was like he really meant it. Like he really meant he loved me.
   And with that. I got up, walked down the path, opened Michaela's car door, and sat down in the back seat next to Jake. We said our goodbyes, and I watched as we drove down the road, the boy I loved stood in the road waving, and he and my summer got smaller and smaller, until I couldn't see either anymore.
   I got home and went right to bed. I was gonna miss this summer, and I didn't wanna think about the new year coming. All I wanted was my lumpy camp mattress, and Eric's fingers in between mine.
   
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5. serendipity7729
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   April 12, 2010 6:13pm UTC
   His Summer
   Chapter26 (Sorry for the hold up guys, I didn't have a computer for a while. Writing the new one right now! Sorry this one is so lame!)
   "Why do you wanna know about me?" Eric asked.
   "Because you're... Eric." I hesitated. I didn't really know why i wanted to know about him. I guess part of me was hoping that he wasn't as perfect as I thought he was. I guess I was hoping that he was quirky, that he would tell me something that he had never told anyone else, something that would strengthen the fact that I was far too young to love him. But I think the other part of me was searching. Searching for something, anything, that would make this seem real. Something that would make me wake up and realize that I was really in love with him. And that there really is no right age for love.
   "What does that mean? I'm Eric?" he asked, confused. He was looking me right in the eye, like he truly wanted to know what was going through my mind.
   "It means... it means that you're special. You're simply Eric. There are no other words to describe you. You're just... one of a kind. And I wanna know you inside and out. I wanna know everything there is to know. I don't wanna see you in 5, 10 years on the street somewhere and say, 'Hey, there's that kid I had a thing with once at summer camp.' I wanna be able to say, 'Look, there's Eric, I wonder if he became a doctor like he wanted to. I wonder if he traveled the world before he settled down like he always told me he wanted to do.' That's why I wanna know you."
   "Well, what do you wanna know about me?" he asked.
   "Everything."
   "Okay. I don't really have a bestfriend, I'm afraid of the dark, I know every word to every NSNYC song, I only have a left dimple, I used to fence, I'm really good at computers, I hate my dad, I'm only at home when I'm at camp, I snort when I laugh really hard, I wanna see the world (but you already knew that), I've never broken a bone, I wanna help people when I grow up, I love my long hair, I couldn't swim until I was 14, I can fit my whole fist in my mouth, I watch every episode of House, I can't stand it when people crack their nuckles, most guys want a blonde with bright blue eyes, but I'd rather have a brunette with deep chocolate eyes, I sing subconciously, I truly believe that girls that follow trends look like clones, and I'm sure there are many more, but that's what I can think of. Sure, those are lame, but it doesn't matter if you learn everything about me tonight or not. You know why?"
   "Why?"
   "Because you're never going to see me in line at the super market, or at the movies, just randomly. Why? Because I'll be shopping with you. And seeing horror films with you. And living in our apartment. And cooking for you. And protecting you. I wanna be with you." he smiled at the thought of us living our lives together.
   
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6. serendipity7729
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   March 21, 2010 9:26pm UTC
   His Summer
   Chapter25(hahaha. at least i got it done before A wednesday?)
   "My favorite part of this entire summer?" Eric rolled over so he was facing me.
   "Yeah." I looked at his eyes.
   "That very first day you told me you loved me."
   "What?"
   "Don't you remember?"
   "No?"
   "We were sitting in the back of my truck, listening to music. You were wearing my old sweatpants and a white tank top with a stain in the corner from that rassberry I threw at you. We were just lying there. You turned your head and look me right in the eye and said, 'I, Paige Elizabeth, love you, Eric Paul, whether you like it or not. I know I'm young, and I know you're my big brother's best friend, but I love you. I don't care how you feel about me.' I remember you looked so determined. But you were shocked when I answered, -"
   " 'It's settled then, because I've been waiting for you to say that, so I could tell you I love you too.' " I finished for him.
   "And we had on that song, uhh! What is it?"
   "Meet Virginia! By Train!" We both yelled. We laughed together.
   "Well?" Eric hinted.
   "What?" I asked, confused.
   "What's yours?" He asked.
   "I don't really have one." I thought about this entire summer.
   "You don't have a single favorite day? We've spent, what? 5, 6 weeks together?" Eric teased.
   "It's not over yet. But that one night you made me stay up all night just so you could learn everything about me comes pretty close." I smiled.
   "That was the first week we were here." Eric smiled, thinking back.
   "Yeah, do you even remember everything I told you?" I asked.
   "I know everything there is to know about you."
   "Prove it."
   "Your feet are always cold, you only eat the yellow fruit loops, you only sleep on the right side of the bed, your favorite movie is Serendipity, you've never seen the Notebook, you hate all the 'classic' music like Aerosmith and ACDC, you love Run DMC but don't like to admit it, you love the Red Sox, you watch football but would never tell anyone that, you don't like babies because they're sticky, you only have 31 teeth because your cousin knocked out your first molar with a baseball bat, you cry through all scary movies, you love to be hugged, you only have one dimple on your right side, you watch Star Wars once a month, you quote Comedy Central and Harry Potter, and no idea what you wanna be when you grow up." Eric rambled off all of these facts that I had completely forgotten I had ever told him.
   "I can't believe you remembered all of that." I laughed.
   "How could I forget?" Eric joined in.
   "I was half asleep when I told you those. I was kind of hoping you wouldn't remember."
   "I remember every word that comes out of your mouth and everything you do. I won't ever forget you." He smiled. I moved closer to him.
   We both got quiet. It was late and we were getting tired. As I layed there with my head on his arm, his fingers playing with mine, I started to think. As much as I hoped it wouldn't, I knew this relationship was going to end, somewhere, sometime. I didn't know when it would, but I realized that knowing he knew everything about me and still loved me was going to make it even worse than it would have been if it were just "Eric". I wasn't just in love with "Eric". I was in love with everything that came along with him. I realized that I was a lot luckier than I had ever thought. A lot of girls only dreampt about guys like this. To a lot of girls, this was only something that happened in movies. But here I was, at my summer camp, with my bestfriend's cousin, falling deeper and farther in love with every breath I took. Even though my life had been hard, and it didn't always seem like it, I was one of the lucky ones. I had him.
   "Hey Eric?"
   "Yeah baby?"
   "Tell me about you."
   
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7. serendipity7729
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   March 13, 2010 10:02am UTC
   His Summer
   Chapter24(OHMYGOD. sorry it's been almost a month! i was grounded and didn't have a computer. but i'm going to try to get it up daily now, sorry guys. thank you so much if you're still reading this after all this time.)
   "Well guys, there's a lot that I could tell you. I could tell you what was running through my mind when I ran out of the dining room. I could tell you what was going through my mind when Eric found me. I could even tell you what was going through my head when I saw my own daddy die. I could tell you guys what you mean to me. But it's not that easy. I can't simply tell you all of that." I explained.
   "What do you mean? Yes you can. That's what we're here for, isn't it?" Michaela relpied.
   "I can't just tell you. You've all lived it." I answered, "Sure, you guys were confused when you saw me running away, but you stepped back and realized what was happening. You knew what day it was. And you know why? Because you, all of you, have been there, on this very day, every single year of my life since I was 4 years old. You may not know what happened in the shower when Eric found me, but you know that I love him, and just seeing his face makes me happy. You weren't there when I watched as my daddy slowly let go of my hand in that bright white hospital room, but you all know what he means to me, and you've all heard the stories, and you've all seen the tears. You see? You've all lived my life with me. It wouldn't make any sense for me to explain to you, you were all there." I whispered. My voice seemed to loud for the dark night.
   No one spoke for a long time. Michaela held my hand tighter and Eric played with my hair, running his hand through it over and over.
   "I love you, Paige Elizabeth. I love you a lot. And I don't know how to respond to what you just said. We had a plan - we figured you wouldn't want to tell us about your feelings. You never have, in all the time I've known you. We were going to sit you down in that room, and stay there until you agreed to tell us what was wrong, what happened, and how you felt. But you just made me realize that we wouldn't have to. Because we lived it." Mike turned to look at me while he spoke.
   Jake yawned, then began to stand up. He pulled Mike up with him, "Paige, I don't care what happens, next year, I'll be in that shower with you, just like a big brother should be." Jake laughed as he said this. Jake leaned down and kissed me on the forehead.
   "I better hit the sack too. Love you, babe. Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite." Michaela said with a smile.
   Once everyone was gone, Eric turned to me, "Sorry about all the attention."
   "S'alright." I yawned.
   "I love you." he whispered.
   "I know." I answered.
   "No matter what happens. I'll always love you."
   "Are you breaking up with me?" I laughed.
   "No, baby. I don't want you to worry. And I know I'm going to have to leave you someday, whether you come to my lake house or not, but when I go back to my home town, and you go back to yours, I want you to remember that. And no matter what anyone tells you about long distance relationships, ours will work. You know why?"
   "Because I love you, too." I mumbled.
   "No. Because I love you more than anything in the world. And no one can change that. Do you understand? When someone doubts us, just remember this summer, and prove them wrong." He turned his head back towards the stars.
   "Hey Er?" I asked.
   "Mmm?" he grunted.
   "What was your favorite part about this entire summer?" I looked at him. All I could see was the profile of his face. His eyes were closed.
   
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   February 23, 2010 6:55pm UTC
   His Summer(Sorry I haven't written in a while! Life's been packed, but I'm gonna get quite a few up in the next week)
   Chapter23
   I looked at the mammoth couch to see Michaela, Mike, and Jake, all sitting with their arms crossed, looking curious, angry, and tired at the same time.
   "Where have you been? Paige, you scared us all half to death. Eric, we had a plan, whoever found her was to report back to the rest of us. If she didn't come willingly, we were supposed to present a united front and take her by for-" Mike looked furious, Michaela had interupted him during his moment of leadership.
   "Where were you?" Michaela asked hastily.
   "Well, I was in the show-" I began to explain, slowly.
   "The shower! Why didn't I think of that! God!" Michaela interupted.
   "-er. And Eric came and found me there, crying, and comforted me. I didn't want to leave when he first found me, so he stayed with me. No problem." I finished.
   "Yes, we figured that after you ran out of the dining hall, you wouldn't come willingly. So we made a plan. If you didn't come, he was supposed to come find all of us and we would come talk to you together." Mike continued, his face stone cold.
   "She was a mess! I wasn't just going to leave her there! What if it had gotten worse, Mike? What if she left while I was gone finding you? What's she supposed to think when I tell her I'll be there for her when she needs me most, and then I find her at her worst and I leave? What would you have done?" Eric was speaking quickly and quietly, like what he was saying was to be heard only by Mike, and wasn't supposed to reach my ears.
   "It wasn't his fault, Mike. And really guys, it wasn't that big of a deal. I just needed to be alone for a while. I needed some space to think." I explained, passed it off as if it should be forgotten.
   "We should have been more aware. We all forgot what day it was, Paige. I'm sorry. If he had come to get us, we could have all been there, there to help you. There as friends, like every other year before this one." Jake apologized.
   "You shouldn't have to take care of me, J. I had it under control, well, I didn't, but I do now. Can we all just go to bed?" I was almost begging.
   "If only it were that easy. We all know you don't like talking about your feelings, so we'll save that part for last. But right now, you're going to explain." Mike was in control again.
   "Explain what?" I asked.
   "Gee, the wet clothes, the tangled hair, the running make-up, how the waterfalls turned into that ear-to-ear grin you had on when you walked in, everything." Michaela looked curious.
   'Do I really look that bad?' I thought to myself. I looked to my right at the clock on the desk. It was 2 in the morning. I hadn't realized how late it was.
   "It's late. Can't we do this in the morning?" I asked as I made my way to the hallway. Just a few more feet and I would be in the bunk room, and away from all the questions.
   "Sure, why not?" Jake said as he blocked the doorway, "As you wish. Sit down, sis. It is morning."
   "Did you know about this?" I looked up at Eric as I was seated next to Mike. He was getting comfortable in the recliner across the room.
   "Well, I wasn't part of it. But yeah, babe, I did get a text explaining their little plan here." He said as he adjusted his feet.
   "Well, guys. It's a bit of a lengthy story. But if you insist..." I trailed off at the end.
   "Well, Paige. We got the rest of the summer, so take your time." Michaela answered. I stood up, grabbed her hand with my left, and Mike's with my left. I motioned for the other 2 to follow. I walked out the screen door and down to the center of the field that seperates the main house from leaders cabin. I layed down ad looked up at the night sky, around at this place that was no longer 'just a summer camp', but home. I looked over to the people that I called family, as they sunk down in the long grass so close to me, our bodies touched. Eric cuddled up beside me, and I tucked myself into him. I layed my head on his chest, he crossed his arms behind his head for a pillow. Michaela was next to me, her hand still in mine, her knees bent. Mike was next to Eric, shoulder to shoulder. Jake was on Michaela's other side, his hands folded together on his stomach. Our heads were together like a star, our bodies lay silently in the middle of the night. We all looked up at the sky.
   
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   February 16, 2010 11:21pm UTC
   His Summer
   Chapter22(OMG. sorry this is SO short!! new one tmro?)
   I heard the sound of water, and felt something cold seep into the fabric of my sweats. I looked up to see Eric's hand on the shower knob. He walked towards me, grabbed my hand, and lifted me off the ground and into his arms.
   We stood together under the water, "Do you remember that night we spent in the back of my truck, watching the stars?" He looked down at me.
   "Yeah?" I looked up at him, sobs replaced with confusion.
   "Do you remember what you told me?"
   "I told you a lot of things that night, Eric."
   "You told me that it was every girl's dream to be kissed in the rain. And since it hasn't rained a single night this entire summer, this shower is the best I can do." And with that, he leaned down and kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that makes you blinded towards the world around you, the kind of kiss that makes it feel like half your soul has been removed, and his is there to fill up the space left behind. The kind of kiss that makes you forget about your dead daddy, the summer's end, and that stupid shower.
   He reached down and wiped away my tears, and held me closer than he had ever held me before. My hair was dark, curly, and dripping with water. My parking t-shirt was soaked, and sticking to my body. My sweatpants had absorbed so much water, it was amazing they hadn't fallen off yet. None of this mattered because I was in his arms, and he was there when I needed him most, I didn't need to worry about anything when I was with him, it was like he took all my burdens and shouldered them for me.
   It was there we stayed for half night, holding eachother in an old, camp shower. He listened as I told him about my life, about my father. He held me while I cried, until I couldn't cry anymore. We danced under the water, laughing and splashing in the puddles.
   We walked across campus, towards the leaders cabin. When we approached the steps, we quieted down, as to not wake anyone. We walked into the cabin and tiptoed across the front room. The lights flicked on and someone cleared their throat. I spun around.
   
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    His Summer.
    Chapter21
    I walked inside and called my mother. I hadn't seen her in 4 whole weeks. I filled her in on everything, I was on the phone for an hour. She started out a little worried, but she told me that she had known something was going to happen ever since the first day we met. She agreed to let me spend the weekends with him, but was still deciding on whether or not to let me spend my last week of summer with him at his lake house. This wouldn't happed for another 3 weeks, so she still had time to think. She promised to call me as soon as she could, and hung up.
    I shuffled outside, exhausted. I hadn't gotten more than 6 hours of sleep even one night this entire week. It was the last day of girls week, so all the parents were arriving to watch the ceremony and take their children home, but not me.
    We were all doing parking again today, so I walked down the road to find the others. I wasn't halfway down the road before I saw a bright orange streak of clothing flash in front of my eyes. All of a sudden, I couldn't see. I was lifted up off of the ground, NoteBook style. I couldn't see him, but I knew it was Eric holding me, by his smell. He smelt like Abercrombie cologne mixed with the forest. His breath smelt sweet, with a hint of mint, and his shirt was soft and worn. I would know this boy anywhere.
    I started laughing and grabbed the parking shirt off of my face. Eric put me down, laughing, and looped his arm around my neck. I wrapped my arm around his waist and punched him lightly.
    "Miss me?" He asked, with a smile.
    "Every minute." I squeezed his waist.
    "Was that sarcasm?" He laughed again.
    "Yes." I laughed, joining in.
    "You're gonna get it for that one." He matched his steps with mine.
    "So where's the rest of the gang?" I asked.
    "Down the road, maybe 5 minutes. We got moved. Parents keep trying to park by the ice cream place, and the manager keeps complaining."
    "Aahhh, meddling parents. So, my friend, what's happening?" I looked up at him.
    "I miss you." He looked down at me.
    "I see you everyday." I laughed a little.
    "But we don't spend enough time together. And it's only gonna get worse once school starts. But maybe once the campers and counslers leave it'll be better. I signed you up to help set up the boothes for the fundraiser with me."
    "Like... with wood? And nails? And tools?" I was horrified! I'm not good with construction!
    He started laughing, "Calm down, calm down. You just have to hand me wood and get us water." He shoved me a little.
    "Yeah, well, it'll be fun." I pushed him back.
    We were getting close to the ice cream parking lot, I could see the group, all dressed in bright orange. But there was one more body than there was supposed to be. Morgan.
    "You brought her?" I whispered accusingly.
    "She invited herself!" He whispered back, defensive.
    We walked up to the group. We were greeted with a huge hello from my family. Morgan just stood there silently, looking at Eric the entire time. It was her last day with him, and she was going to make her move.
    A few minutes after we arrived, Eric said he was going to go buy some ice cream for everyone. He grabbed my hand and pulled me after him. Everyone else tagged along.
    Michaela ran up and looped arms with me. Mike went over and said something to Eric, but I couldn't hear.
    "You know, she really likes him." Michaela said to me.
    "Thanks for the update, Captain Obvious." I replied.
    "You're very welcome, Sargent Sarcasm." She retorted. God, I love this kid.
    "I know she likes him. But so do I!" I looked at her.
    "No you don't, you love him. And he loves you." Michaela responded.
    I caught the end of Mike's sentence before Michaela dragged me forward to order, "You love her, don't you, man? If you love her, why is that counsler chick a threat?" Eric tried to chip in, to deny it, "No, no. You know she considers her a threat. And you know that the new girl is after you. And you know that if you want her to stay with you, you're going to have try harder to make her happy."
    
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    His Summer.
    Chapter20
    The days continued, and on the outside, I appeared to be happy. But inside, I was constantly worrying about Eric and Morgan.
    One morning, Eric was outside raking leaves, and had forgotten to take his phone. It was just sitting there, all alone, on the coffee table. I looked around, Michaela was in the shower, and everyone else was off in the kitchen and porch, doing their own thing, having their own conversations. I reached over, and slid it open. I read his messages, expecting to find something that would give me reason to worry. Instead, all of his messages were to his counsler friends, and his friends in his hometown. And they were all about me. Telling them they needed to meet me, and that they would love me just as much as he did, that he was happier than he had ever been. I didn't know what to make out of any of this.
    I was relieved that he was happy and there was no reason for me to worry, but I was confused. Why wouldn't he let me see these? I guess the only thing to do was talk to him.
    I walked outside, in my usual sweatpants and tank top, and shuffled lazily over to the pile of leaves where Eric, Jake, and Mike were all raking.
    "Hey, BabyGirl!" Eric called out before I reached him.
    "Morning." I answered. He stopped raking and walked towards me. He met me about 15 feet from the pile and grabbed me. He swung me up on his shoulder, so I was hanging off his back, and spun me around. I started laughing a little, but quickly told him to put me down.
    "Something bothering you, baby?" He asked.
    "Well, uhh, well yeah." I hesitated, he waited for an explanation, "You've been acting, well, you've been acting weird, and I don't like it." I pulled his phone from my pocket and placed it in his hand, "You act like you don't want me to read your texts, but they're all about me!"
    "Why are you going through my phone?" He started scrolling through his messages.
    "Because ever since you and that Morgan chick started hanging out, you don't want me anymore. And, well, I wanted to know why..." I looked down.
    "You girls are always so hormonal!" he threw his hands up in the air, "She's just a friend. I promise. And of course I want you, God, calm down, would you? You over react about everything, you don't even give me a chance. You just doubt me."
    "Well, if you weren't being so secretive about everything!" I yelled back.
    "I was being secretive because I was trying to convince my father to let you stay with me for the last week of the summer, and I wanted you to come up on weekends once school started up. He said yes, and I wanted it to be a surprise!" He smiled, even though he sounded frustrated.
    "You're lying." I looked up at him.
    "Wanna bet?" he stepped closer.
    "I don't believe you." I said as he played with my hair.
    "We'll see how long that lasts. You're going to have to trust me sooner or later." he responded. I couldn't believe any of this. This was more than I had ever hoped for, and here it was, wrapped up in one sunny, hot, fantastic summer package. Too bad it couldn't stay this way forever. And at this point, I was too blinded by happiness to realize something had to go wrong. No one person could have this much good without a little bad.
    
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    His Summer.
    Chapter19(sorry this is a short one, I had a lot of homework! ahahaaah. i'll write another one tomorrow! night!)
    Honestly, I have nothing to regret. But sooner or later, every fairytale has to end. The first girls week had ended, and we were just kicking off the second. This meant that I only had about 2 weeks left here at camp.
    It was 2 weeks because after the campers and counslers went home, the family would stay and get ready for the fundraiser. Every year there was a fundraiser held at camp where people would come from all over to buy secondhand things for a buck or two, and eat some delicious food in the process. All the money went to the camp, and of course, Michaela's family had every single person working the day of the fundraiser. Michaela, Eric, Mike, Jake, and I would all be doing parking at the end of the road. It was a little bit away from the camp, so it's always fun. No one ever tries to park there, but if they do, we just tell them to keep driving until they see some more kids in obnoxiously colored shirts.
    The last girls week went by slowly. Being another week, there were more girls. Some girls from last week had stayed, but many had been replaced with others. They all stared at Eric, and he became more affectionate. And of course, there were many rumors explaining our relationship. There were the usual - 'I was easy, and he was desperate, because of course, he was here the whole summer, and so was I, and you know, I'm not related to him, so you just have to put two and two together'. There were others, too, some stranger than others. Others claiming I'm his cousin, very distant of course. Even that the 5 of us, Jake, Mike, Michaela, Eric, and I were adopted by the same family and were brothers and sisters.
    I didn't let them bother me because I had him, and they didn't, no matter what kind of stories went around.
    There was a new counsler this week, who I saw hanging out with Eric a lot. Her name was Morgan. But of course, he assured me that they were just friends, and that nothing had, or would, happen between them. I was starting to feel more and more insecure as the week progressed. He would be texting all the time, but wouldn't let me see his phone. He would be talking to her every time he saw her, but would stop when I came near. Did he still love me even though he had a new toy to play with? I was begining to worry, a lot.
    
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    His Summer.
    Chapter18
    Girls week rolled around, and life was good. There were no worries, no stress. It was just me and Eric. Plus those morons I call family.
    During the girls week, the guys took over our job in the porch, but again, since we were family, no one cared what Michaela and I did.
    All week, I would see girls watching Eric. Watching as he raked the leaves, or when he would laugh and joke around with the guys. When he caught me looking at him, he'd turn and wink.
    During most meals, he would come over and sit with Michaela and I. Sometimes he'd bring along Mike and Jake. We all took up a table, just us. I would see girls give me looks, sometimes full of jealousy, and others curious, wondering if he was really mine.
    Every meal, he'd keep one arm planted on the back of my chair. Our little family would share private conversations and laughs, inside jokes. It was just like the past 3 weeks, plus about 80 new girls wanting Eric for themselves.
    Since it was girls week, the guy counslers had gone home, and a new batch of older, prettier counslers took over the leaders cabin. Eric would still hang out there, because there was a room in the back with 2 sets of bunk beds, where Mike, Jake, and he were staying. He'd hang out on the couch at night, while I was at night activity. When I would come into the cabin, he would have girls surrounding him. I was always kind of worried, at first. I mean, he was staying in a cabin full of 20 girls, all older then me. All his age. I finally understood how he felt during boys week.
    When Michaela and I would walk in, she would waltz right over and sit down next to Jake and Mike. I would just stand in the doorway, frozen, wondering if he still loved me now that he had all these girls around. But he would be sure to answer my question by excusing himself from the couch of women, walking over to me, grabbing me by the waist, and kissing me. He would greet me with an "I love you" or "I missed you". This always came with a room full of sighs and envious looks, because, yes, he was mine.
    We would sit together on one of the recliners, and have a private conversation. At the end of the night, Michaela and I would go with the guys to their bunk room. The girls would watch us go, then climb into their own beds.
    When we hung out in the bunk room, we would sit and laugh with a bag of chips or something. Then, when we all got tired, Michaela would get the extra bunk above Jake, and I would share Eric's bunk below Mike.
    When we would all come out in the morning, Eric would always be greeted by all of the counslers. He knew this bothered me, so he would be sure to kiss me, or hold my hand, or play with my hair. Something that would remind them he was taken.
    Girls week #1 went by in the blink of an eye. It was the same thing, day after day. But it was great, so I didn't even mind. At this rate, I could live this summer over and over again, and it would never get old. If only I knew what was coming.
    
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    His Summer.
    Chapter17 (Sorry this is so short. I'm working on the next one, as you read this!)
    The last boys week was coming to an end, and Eric and I had both kept up our ends of the deal. He hadn't gone into any funks, worrying and overthinking things, and I hadn't thought about the "ever after" of my fairytale, out loud at least, instead I kept my mind on the "happily".
    We laughed and joked, we were just two teens in love. The looks, the whispers, and the comments didn't bother us. We had everything we could ever need right there in front of us.
    The boys continued to hit on me and Michaela, but we just ignored them. We had everyone we wanted here. We had Jake, we had Mike, we had eachother, and I had Eric.
    The 5 of us spent everday together. The camp didn't care what they did because they were family, so the boys just spent time with us instead of doing counsler related things.
    We would spend our time in the kitchen and the porch, for the most part. We would sit and talk, laugh and joke around. Sometimes they'd even help Michaela and I with the dishes, but most of the time they just sat around, watching us.
    "Would it kill you to help out every once in a while?" I asked the guys.
    "Stop nagging, woman. I'll help if they do." Mike complained.
    "I'm gonna just so I can see you work once in your life." Jake punched Mike in the arm and came over to where I was standing. I handed him the pot.
    "Mike, Eric. Please?" I begged. They walked towards me. I handed Mike the drying rag, and Eric the sponge. They started washing and drying, they had their own little routine.
    All of a sudden, I heard Michaela squeal. I looked over, she was soaked. Why did everyone have to get soaked in my porch?
    I looked over at Eric, he was holding the spray nozzle, aimed at Michaela, showering her in freezing cold water. I ran over to him, and jumped on his back. Mike grabbed the nozzle while Eric spun me around in circles.
    He sat me down, we were all laughing. I love my family, so much. We all climbed out the little window at the far end of the porch, and sat on the flat roof. We talked about highschool, and what we wanted to do with our lives. We talked about eachother. We watched the sun set, and stayed there for a while, just shooting the breeze. Now this is what I call summer.
    
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    His Summer.
    Chapter14(sorry it's been so long!)
    The second boys week rolled around and my summer was still fantastic. Michaela and I spent everyday together, and Eric and I every night.
    My skin was bronze and my hair had natural red highlights from the burning sun. My days were filled with family and friends, laughing and joking.
    Michaela and I started spending more time in the leader's cabin at night, staying late, and sometimes even overnight. When we did stay over night, Pete would always give his bed to Mich and crash on the couch. Eric and I normally shared his bunk. Michaela and I would always be sure to leave early in the mornings, so headstaff and the parents wouldn't find out.
    M and I were still in charge of porch dishes, and Eric and I kept up our morning routine. Most mornings, Eric would help me with the dishes while Michaela spent time with her family.
    "I don't see how you do this..." Eric whined as he played with the soap bubbles. We were the only ones in the main cabin. The campers and counslers were outside playing games, or in their cabins. Michaela and her family had gone down the street to the icecream shop.
    "You're not even doing anything!" I yelled at him.
    "Yes I am! I'm helping you." he continued to play.
    "With what? Not cleaning dishes?" I retorted. Wow Paige! What a lame comeback, I thought to myself.
    "No, I'm helping you have fun. We never have fun during the day anymore." Eric looked at me with a devious look in his eyes.
    "This is what you call fun?" I asked as I washed another pan.
    "No, this is!" He said as he flung soap at me, which landed in my hair.
    "Oh no you didn't!" I laughed as I smeared suds all over his shirt. Soap started flying, it was everywhere - on my face, on my chest and stomach, my legs, my arms, and all over the floor and Eric.
    The floor was wet now, and while I was running at Eric with an armfull of soap, I slipped and fell backwards. I grabbed onto his shirt and took him down with me.
    I ended up on my back, with him ontop of me, laughing. There was a layer of suds between us, and we were both soaked.
    "I love you, Paige Elizabeth." Eric yelled, in between laughs.
    "You're so heavy!" I yelled back.
    Eric rolled over so I was ontop of him.
    "I tell you I love you, and you call me fat? Thanks a lot, babe." He laughed.
    "Well, if you suffocated me, I couldn't do this." I leaned in and kissed him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone walk onto the porch, followed by another person, who slammed the screen door. Eric held onto me and sat up. We looked them dead in the eye.
    
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