The Summer. Our Summer

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Chapter 21 (v.1) - Change

Submitted: November 19, 2010

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Chapter Twenty One

My fingers tapped against the steering wheel impatiently. I mean how long someone could—a guy at it—spend in a locker room? Yes, I was a terrible girlfriend because I didn’t come to watch my guy play and probably beat someone’s ass, but after the thing with Mark the day before Carol did need all the help she could and with her best friend all the way up in Canada I was the best she could do for the moment.

Logan tapped in my window and I rolled it down to smile at him. “Hey.”

He grinned and leaned in to give me a little kiss. “Hey, ready to go?”

I nodded. “Hop in.”

He smiled and walked around the car to get in. “So do you want to hear how we completely beat the other team?” he said, being all cocky.

“I’m sure you’re going to tell me,” I teased.

“You bet I am,” he winked. “You see there was this point about to end the first half where we were losing utterly and devastatingly so, when Braden decides to execute this master pass that comes right into line with Daniel and then right into me all without the poor suckers realizing and I score. That’s where things really started to look up,” he grinned as I started the car and reeved out of the parking lot still listening to his legendary tale and loving every minute of it.

*

“So no important people watching this time?” I asked him, munching on a fried fry.

He shook his head. “Not that I knew of.”

I nodded solemnly. “And which one was the funniest part?”

He laughed. “When your crazy friend went over to the field and told the couch how to do his job.”

I laughed and shook my head. It did sound like Rowan to me. “Really?”

He nodded. “Totally. Know the sickest part? Braden was so proud of his ‘baby’ and couch almost sits him for the rest of the game.”

I grinned. “Unbelievable, well not really, but you get my point. When’s the next game I feel terrible for not going.”

“Next Friday, but I understand Carol needed you way more than I did. Still you have to make up for it,” he smirked.

“Really? How?” I asked him, truly curious.

He grinned and scooted his chair closer over to mine and started kissing my neck.

I rolled my eyes and shoved him back playfully. “Behave Logan; we’re at a public place.”

He pouted. “Fine.”

I rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek. “Sorry baby, another occasion will it be.”

He perked up at that. “What do you want?” he asked looking at my menu.

You. I wanted to say, but instead scanned over the menu. “We could share ribs.”

“Sounds good to me,” he said and kissed me in the lips.

Maybe I should have said you after all.

*

“I’m home,” I called as soon as I entered the door.

I heard something crash upstairs and frowned. “What in the world?” I murmured as another crash, this time the sound of glass came again.

I went up the stair cautiously, looking around carefully when I heard another crash, it came from my room. Oh please don’t let Giovanna be destroying my room, I pleaded and opened the door carefully, seeing her throw shoes and anything she could find at the walls.

“I fucking hate him! Fucking hate him! He doesn’t understand!” she let out between gritted teeth. “I’m not a spoiled little princess! I do not make a drama out of everything!”

“And what do you call this little hissy fit?” I asked her skeptically.

She groaned. “It’s not a fucking hissy fit!”

I rolled my eyes. “What is it than Giovanna?”

“It’s letting out my feelings,” she told me reaching for my clock and made a move to throw it.

“Another way could be talking, you know? There’s no need to throw every single thing that my room contains up to my walls,” I told her pointedly kneeling to pick up one of my shoes.

She groaned and set down the clock, slumping over my bed and started crying.

“Or crying, that works too,” I told her sitting by her side.

“Is just that he doesn’t understand Avery,” she told me. “He thinks I’m uncapable of changing, of doing an effort. He doesn’t think I can manage my life and maybe I don’t. I want to go home! I want to fucking go home to my friends. Maybe I can’t change, people don’t change.”

I stared at her. “People do change,” I told her. “I have changed.”

She blinked at me, like the words were foreign to her. “Huh?”

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “People do change Giovanna. If they really want to they change. Maybe you haven’t because you don’t really want to. Maybe, just maybe your previous life was easier, more attractive than the one you are living right now. But don’t say people don’t change, because they do every day.”

She was still looking at me like I was some kind of freak or maybe someone superior, I couldn’t really decipher it, so I took it as my cue to continue.

“Take me for an instance and tell me you don’t see I am more confident, more secure, more myself around everyone and if that is not to change then I have a hugely wrong concept of change. And I can help you, if you want. If you let yourself be helped.”

I could be what Logan was for me. I had to thank him for so much and not just loving me, but everything. To help me realize being myself was more than right and that valuing me for who I was would really make the difference.

She rested her head on my shoulder. “I want to change Ave, I don’t know how though.”

I patted her head. “We’ll figure something out.”

*

“Logan,” I told him Monday morning kissing his cheek. “I want to tell you that I…” I began, but was cut off as Rowan came in strolling with Braden, her arm around his waist

“Dude you so have to hear this,” Braden told Logan and let go off Rowan as they both walked over to a place out of earshot.

“Have any idea what they are talking about?” I asked Rowan.

She shook her head. “Noupe, Braden got a call and got all psyched and claimed we had to come here as fast as we could to tell Logan. I asked what and he didn’t tell me, even when I,” she laughed naughtily by the end and I found myself cringing.

“Rowan Victoria Tyson please earn me the details,” I told her, grimacing.

She laughed. “Well I don’t know what it is all about.”

I nodded. Suspicious, very suspicious.


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