The Summer. Our Summer

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Chapter 5 (v.1)

Submitted: August 28, 2010

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Chapter Five

“Okay, you have to tell me which one is best, Stephen King or Anne Rice?” Logan asked as we hung out Monday morning in the coffee station.

“I’ll take Stephen King any day,” Carol said, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Luke?” Logan asked.

“Um, I’m more into vampires so Anne Rice,” he nodded, wiping a counter.

“Avery?”

“Stephen King,” I replied shortly. “Anne Rice, not really my stuff.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

Our door opened and a guy I recognized vaguely from our school came in, staring around.

“Hey man, there you are,” he said nodding at Logan.

“Hey Ben. Um this is Carol, Luke and Avery,” he introduced.

He nodded and looked at me. “So she’s Avery? She’s pretty,” he commented.

I flushed and looked away, a big mistake judging by Carol’s smug face.

Logan laughed nervously. “Funny Ben, well what can I do for you?” he asked.

Luke chuckled.

“Um, nothing really I was just really bored and thought hey I could go and see my best friend in his work and check out the Avery girl he talks so much about,” he winked at me.

I looked down at my lap. “Well I have to work,” I mumbled and ran off as if an angry coyote were chasing me.

Talk about embarrassing, I thought to myself. And what was Logan Trainor doing talking about me? Probably bad stuff like how I’m such a bookworm or that I don’t give a damn and stuff along those lines.

“Hey I’m sorry about that. Ben is kind of crazy,” Logan apologized as soon as his friend Ben left.

I shook my head. “No problem.”

“And just to be clear I don’t talk that much about you,” he clarified. “Might have mentioned you once or twice.”

I smiled. “What would you say about me anyway?”

He grinned. “Right, well I might have said you’re not as shy as you look and that you can actually be fun.”

I looked at him through narrowed eyes. “Really?”

“Totally,” he nodded looking down at his feet.

I fought back a smile. “Well thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied. “So what book is it this week?” he asked, signaling to the two books I held. I was actually debating which one to buy.

I grinned and shrugged. “It’s a tough decision, it always is.”

He snickered and winked. “You’ll figure it out.”

*

I closed my eyes as the ice cream melted in my mouth. Rowan had canceled our lunch today and so Logan had offered to take lunch with me. Though his idea of lunch was ice cream, I wasn’t complaining.

Logan snickered. “Why do you close your eyes?”

I opened them and looked at him. “You taste it better this way.”

“Like a kiss,” he commented.

I almost choke and shrugged. “Um, I guess so.”

He laughed. “You read about them, but you can’t hear someone mention them?” he asked, all amused and making fun of me.

“Well, let’s just say it’s an area of my life in which I don’t have that much of an experience, contrary of other people Mr. I Kiss A Different Girl Each Month, I’ve been kissed like two times in my entire life and it was for stupid dares,” I snapped.

“Hey, I don’t kiss a different girl each month,” he defended. “It’s still kind of cute when you choke and blush about it.”

I blushed and licked my ice cream for something to do other than answer to that. He had just called me cute? What kind of world was this turning on?

“Well, sorry, but it’s not the same thing reading about them than actually putting them into practice,” I said staring at the table.

He chuckled. “Okay Avery, if you say so.”

I looked at him. “I do say so.”

He smiled and I smiled back at him. He wasn’t so bad.

*

“He called you cute?” Rowan squealed as I flipped through another page.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

She squealed and sat in my bed. “Okay I want the whole conversation.”

She wasn’t asking me to have a he said I said conversation, was she? But her face told me she was. So I sighed and opened my mouth. “Um, well we were eating ice cream and you know I close my eyes when I want to taste it and so I did and he asked why I did that and I told him that it was because it tasted better that way. He said that it was like a kiss and I almost choked and shrugged. He then got all amused and said something about how I read them, but choked and blushed at the mention of the word kiss. Then I said that I didn’t have experience and that he did. So he said he didn’t have that much of an experience and that I was cute when I choked and blushed about it,” I shrugged.

She giggled excitedly and squealed some more. “There’s no doubt he likes you! Logan freaking Trainor likes you Avery!” she screamed.

I shushed her. “Rowan he doesn’t and my brother is home so drop it down a decibel, actually several.”

She giggled. “He so does! He so does!” she sang around my room.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, letting her chant all she wanted. “He doesn’t,” I finally said when she had calmed down.

She stared at me. “Don’t try to deny it, he called you cute and he invited you out for ice cream and practically insinuated he wanted to kiss you!” she accused. “Oh my God, Logan Trainor wants to kiss you!”

“Oh Lord,” I mumbled under my breath. “He doesn’t want to kiss me, stupid. We’re just coworkers.”

“So that’s why he called you cute?” she demanded.

I shrugged. “My grandma calls me cute too. He was just stating that I can be kind of dorky without sounding so rude.”

“You’re making excuses for this Avery. Excuses are not accepted! Because he does like you! I wouldn’t be surprised if he asked you out,” she said excitedly.

I rolled my eyes. “A-ha, sure.”

“You’ll see,” she warned, winking at me.

I laughed.

Sure, like that was happening anytime soon.

*

It was one of those rainy days. They were rare in the summer, but we had one now. So Carol was down all day, rainy days did that to her, it was weird. They relaxed me to the point of wanting to stay in bed all day long and they were a break from the heat.

“Hey, I’m heading home, you guys can handle the bookstore, right?” she asked us around three P.M. with this depressed face.

Logan, Luke and I nodded. “You go ahead and do that Carol,” I assured her with a smile.

“Thanks Avery, you’re an angel. See you guys tomorrow,” she sighed and left us to deal with the slow business.

It was so slow Luke and Logan had started to play Poker and I read. All of us gathering in the coffee station.

Luke yawned. “I’m bored out of my mind.”

I looked up from my book. “You could prepare us a coffee,” I suggested.

He shook his head. “No. I want to leave too. There’s an hour until close time, anyway.”

“Well leave, than. You too Logan, if you want. I can stay here alone and close up at six,” I told them.

Luke sighed and stood up. “I take your offer. See you guys tomorrow,” he waved.

“See you,” Logan told him.

“Bye Lukester,” I said, looking back at my book.

“Just you and me,” Logan said to himself.

I nodded. “Yup. Well I’ll go and see if something needs to be arranged,” I told him, closed my book and rose from my chair just for the sake of doing something that didn’t include conversation.

Logan followed. “Nothing needs to be arranged Avery, we already did that and nobody has come in today,” he said.

I shrugged. “It won’t hurt anyone to check.”

He chuckled.

I walked up and down aisles, seeing that in fact there was nothing else I could do and Logan followed behind me.

I stopped in the middle of the YA section, tired of looking for something to do and sighed. “You were absolutely right.”

He smiled. “I told you so.”

I rolled my eyes and leaned in a bookshelf, staring at the beautiful spines, all of them new and unread still, but ready to tell their story.

Logan leaned there too. “What do you think when you look at the spines that way?” he asked softly, almost whispered.

“About the stories that want so badly to be told, but are waiting for their chance when the right person choses them and unravels the mysteries behind,” I said thoughtfully.

He smiled at me and soon one of his hands tucked a lose stand of my hair behind my ear. All I could do was stare at his hand. “Haven’t you thought it works the same way with people?” he asked softly.

I looked back at the spines. “Yeah, maybe, but with people is different, they have to choose you too, if not that mystery remains unrevealed, out of your reach and maybe forever closed until the right person opens it.”

He stayed silent for a second as did I. “Yeah, I guess it is,” he finally said.

I looked up at him and he looked down at me, the rain hitting the roof, making a soothing noise.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

He smiled and his hand moved up to my cheek, caressing it. “Most mysteries are hard to understand, though.”

I swallowed. “Yeah, but you’ll find out those ones are the ones that are worthy finding out about.”

He smiled and leaned in. I met him halfway and right there in the middle of those all waiting stories he kissed me. Managing to make me feel home in a place I’d always considered my solace. I did close my eyes, savoring the kiss, just like he had said.


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