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A Summer Down South

Novel By: MyAvaThanh
Gay and lesbian

All Berkeley wants to do is spend her summer with her friends down at the park while smoking weed and drinking. But, her mother sends her down south in hopes of improving her behavior. Christy just wants to be accepted for who she is and tell everybody her secret. Will these two girls be able to help each other out,when they come from two seperate worlds. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Mar 8, 2014    Reads: 255    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

My life is over as far as I'm concerned. There was no way in the world that I was going to spend my whole summer over at some country redneck's house that I don't even know. If my mom thought was going to get away with this, she was dead wrong.

"Berkeley?!? Are you done packing yet? Your ride is going to be here any minute!" Why was my mother trying to ruin my life? If my dad was here, he would have listened to me. Just maybe.

"Mom! I don't want to go!" I screamed to the top of my lungs. I slammed my room door just to show her that I was really pissed off. I guess that she meant business too because I heard her footsteps coming up that stairs. Soon my door swung open.

"I don't know who the hell you think you are, but there will be no slamming doors and screaming in this house. Do you understand?" The cold look in her hazel eyes told me to shut up. But, I couldn't.

"Mom! I don't want to some middle of nowhere place!" I moaned as I flopped down on my bed. My phone started vibrating. "Will there be any electricity out there or what?" My mom began running her fingers through my brown hair with blonde streaks.

"This is what is best for you. You rarely get any sunlight and you're always hanging out with you wild bunch of friends. You'll enjoy it. Trust me." My mother looked down into my green eyes.

"But what if I don't enjoy it? Can I come back…?" I looked at her pleadingly, but she didn't seem moved. "How come Kim isn't going? She rarely gets any sunlight is always hanging out with her friends. This is so not fair." I was just about ready to break down in tears.

"Well, one thing for sure is that your sister doesn't have a boyfriend who looks like he is eighteen, but says that he is 15. Nor did she get a piecercing without my permission."

"Mom! Ron is 15. The same age as me. Not a big deal, besides."


My mom group got up and looked outside the window. "Your car is here. I'll go greet Christy." Christy? Who the hell was Christy? I thought I was being sent to some farm camp.

I looked outside that window and saw a shot little midget with boobs way too big for her body. They had to be fake or something. I grabbed my bags and lugged them down the stairs. I sadly looked on towards my fate.

As I neared the bottom steps, I heard my mother chatting away excitedly and another little perky voice.

"She's allergic to kiwi and pineapples, but she'll still try to eat them anyway, so watch her closely."

"Okay, I will remember all of that. Well, bye now."

"When, I walked outside I could already feel tears welling in my eyes. How could she do this to me? Keep calm. That is all there is to it. Suddenly, a small hand was right in front me.

"Hey. I'm Christy and I'm super duper excited about all of this. We're going to be the best of friends", she said as she grabbed my hand pulled me towards her car. "Now, I'm so sorry that this happened all so sudden but my parents weren't able to pick you up. So, they sent me. Let me just these bags from you. Okee-dokee. Hop in."

Was I being brainwashed? I turned around and glanced at my mother who was on our front apartment steps. I got into the car and started texting to Ron madly. My mom was just trying to break us up. I wasn't stupid. So what that he's 18 and I'm 15. Love is love no matter what. Age is just a number. I can remember back to when we first met.

I was at the water park with my best friend, Katia. I could see Ron walking to the concession stand over and over again. He had his eyes on me and I had my eyes on him. He got in line behind me and I could feel his arms wrap around my waist.

"Hey love bug. What's your name? I had never been pursued by a boy ever, except the ones at school. So, this was turning me on, if you know what I mean. I felt goose bumps crawl up my arms.

"Well, first of all, the name's Berkeley. Second of all don't put your hands around my waist unless my mamma kicking the crap out of you." I jerked my head towards the direction of my mom over by the water fountain. If looks could kill you like the one she was giving me, everybody in line would be dead on the ground.

"Let's go somewhere more private." He suggested.

"But, I don't even know your name. At least tell me that." I replied as I took in the scent of him.

"Ron. Now you wanna leave or what?" I looked at Katia and she shook her head firmly in a no sort of way. But, I didn't care about what she had to say. I wasn't about to lose my shot of being with this hot guy. He had blonde hair with dark brown eyes and freckles all across his nose. He had to be 5'10 or something like that. Ron sure didn't look like he was 15, but some people were dumb enough to believe it.

It only took about 3 hours for me to start calling him my boyfriend. We kissed and I let him touch my boobs, but that was as far as went because my mother caught us in the bathroom stall. If only I could see him one more time because our seven month is together haven't been enough.

"So, have you lived in L.A. all your life?" the girl named Christy asked me. It brought me out of my train of thought.

"Uh…yeah. Do you wear a bra because it is really disturbing seeing your tits move up and down." Her cheeks became a dark crimson shade of red.

We were silent all the way to the airport until she began humming to herself. She was a pretty hummer; it was just that I was in a bad mood. "So, do your parents live on a farm and do you have to walk a gazillion miles to get to school and do you ever stop humming and how come your boobs are like that?"

She stopped the car immediately. "If you want to live to even see what you think my so call farm is like, then you will shut up. I have very little patience for young, immature girls like you." Nobody had ever talked to me like that. Ever.

Well if this is what my mother thinks is best for me, she is plum crazy…


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