"This sucks," Avery moaned. She tucked a piece of blonde hair behind her ear and slumped onto Isaacs side.. We were all sitting in the airport, waiting for her flight to Arizona to board. "I'm not seeing you guys for two months."
"At least we can fly out there and spend the last three weeks with you," I said, putting my People magazine down.
"We'll be there before you know it," Isaac said, and kissed her head.
"My grandma hardly remembers anything anymore, and all my grandpa wants to do is go fishing. I guess I'll work on my tan. If I come back black, don't be surprised." I chuckled, leaning my head on her shoulder.
"I'm gonna miss you, Ave. Starkvilles gonna be a hell of a lot more boring without you." She nudged me off, but I was used to the no-affection by now.
"All members boarding flight 241 please come up to the front," a tall, sickly thin woman croaked over the intercom. Avery sighed loudly, picking up her purse.
"Bye Brookie," she muttered, giving me a longer hug than expected. Then she gave Isaac a long kiss, not wanting to let go.
"I love you," he murmured.
"I love you," she whispered, giving his hand a squeeze. "Have fun without me, you losers."
"Have fun without us, stupid," I snorted, and she grinned quickly, blowing a kiss and hurrying off. I turned to Isaac, and his brown eyes seeped into mine.
"I guess it's just you and me, Peterson," he said, calling my by my last name.
"You ready to spend the summer painting our nails and doing blind makeovers?" I laughed. The sad thing about it was besides Avery, Isaac was my only close friend, and that was only because he was dating Avery.
"I don't know if your cool enough to hang out with," he said as we began walking. "I might have to just stick with Asher." Asher, Isaacs bestfriend, was dreadfully cocky and other than talking about himself, he was quite boring.
"Shut up," I said, slugging him in the shoulder. "You love me." Isaac chuckled.