Just Another Summer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Eli Hearth a seventeen year old girl takes a two month vacation in San Antonio, Texas on her aunt's place- and found love with Blake Mercer, but what risks does it take when summer's over?

Submitted: September 08, 2012

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Just Another Summer

Eli Manson

I was skating down the streets of San Antonio, Texas in some avenue that made me feel the thrill and excitement; it looked pretty deserted, and it was six thirty in the evening and wasn't dark, yet. The summer breeze was refreshing, and that night the most amazing yet horrifying thing happened.I fell in love with a complete stranger.

It was horrifying because I've always swore to myself that I would never fall in love, ever again. I've been hurt a lot of times, and I don't want that to happen ever again. But this time, it was different.

As I cruised on my Element skateboard, a guy in tight black jeans and a black Bullet For My Valentine shirt sat on the sidewalk, alone and depressed. I stopped just a few feet away from him and got lost in a trance. He had a piercing on his lower right lip, his hair jet black with a side fringe to his left. He's not emo, not goth either; he was just...him.He didn't notice me until my board suddenly slipped away from my slender pale arms.

I quickly grabbed it back to my arms and he looked at me intensely with his sad but enthralling light blue eyes, like the skies in a clear day. I got lost in my thoughts and then his thin lips formed a smirk, it was seductive in a way, it was sexy. I snapped out of it eventually, and blushed like crazy; my heart was beating rapidly as I didn't know what to do.

I dropped my skateboard and a loud impact hit the ground, I place my right foot on the front and paddled with my left, it was damn right humiliating. I was shy and afraid of what he might think.

My silky smooth black hair flowed with the wind as my grey scarf choked me light on my neck. I was riding too fast, that I almost lost my balance, so I stopped in a heartbeat. I looked around me, the trees were rustling with the wind, and I felt the creeps starting to run to my body. I waslost... and I wasn't even from Texas. I just came to visit my aunt and then there I was-lost.

I sat down the sidewalk and buried my head under my arms, I could feel tears starting to form on my eyes. I kept cussing at myself when suddenly a husky sweet voice rang in my ears, "Hey."

I looked up and saw the gorgeous guy from earlier. His nose was perfect, but there was a slight slant and I guessed right there that he must have been into a fight. I stammered with a low voice, "He-hey..."

He sat beside me and laughed a melodic laugh, "You're not from here, are you?"

I looked at him as I covered my mouth with my scarf, my head moved left to right, "No..."

He smiled at me with those sorrowful eyes. I wanted to ask what happened to him that he's so sad... but he's a stranger for Hades' sake!

I want to take your pain away.I thought.But would it be possible? Will you let me take away the sorrow in your eyes?All I was thinking was insane. He's a stranger, I'm a stranger. I can't trust him... can I?

He stood up and grabbed my hand suddenly. He would take me home, he said. And I just followed him out of my lost of direction. I apologised to him a lot of times as we walked with my skateboard under his arm. I stayed behind him. And even from behind, he still looked gorgeous. I admired my view for the rest of that time. I felt comfortable around him, it felt good.

I love him, I know I do. I really, really do.

He stopped suddenly and turned around to meet my large brown eyes with eyelashes emphasising the colour. He gazed at me and smiled a sweet smile, "Will I see you tomorrow?"

My eyes widened in shock and excitement. My heart was literally jumping up and down. I wanted to scream so badly to let out the feeling of extreme happiness. "Su-sure..." I said, still smiling like a fool

He chuckled, gave my skateboard back to me and said goodbye. And the next thing I knew, I was in front of my aunt home.How did he know I lived here? I felt uneasy but the fact that he asked if I could see him the next day was beyond amazing; magical, even.

?

The next day was great. It was like we knew each other for so long and I didn't even feel the slightest feel of being uncomfortable. I didn't even feel like he was a stranger at all. He was perfectly imperfect. If this was a fairytale, for sure, he'd be my prince.

We had so much in common that we never ran out of topics. All of our views in life were perfectly synchronised. Our beliefs, and whatsoever. He was fun to talk to, he was caring, loving, the kind of guy that every girl would want.

Days passed, every moment I spent with him. My aunt didn't really care what I did. All she had to do was to look after me over the summer. And that's where it hit me...What if summer will be over?The question that bugged me completely and started our first little fight.

"Blake..." I said as my head on his lap. We were kinda picnicking on the beach and it wasn't that crowded. My voice was shaking in fear. Fear that I might lose him, fear that he might hate me. I don't like that. I want to be with him... forever.

"Yeah, Eli?" He asked as his pale slender fingers ran on my hair.

"What will happen after summer's over?" A tear suddenly streamed down my cheeks. It was already two months since we've known each other. And I loved him completely. Right away.

His eyes widened in shock, fear, pain and sadness. He looked straight to the sea and he didn't look at me for a long time. And I felt a sudden pang in my heart.

"Answer me." I begged. LOOK AT ME.

He held my head gently and made me sit up and he headed off to the sea without looking back, without speaking a single word. I stared at him dumbfounded as he walked away slowly, killing every nerve in my body. Tears started to well up more.

I ran to him and tried my best to catch up to him, finally I reach him, and hugged him from behind, "Blake!" I said.

"Let me go..." his voice was rough and it brimmed with anguish and pain. It pained me so much to hear him like that. It tortured me.

"No," I sighed. "what's wrong with you?"

"You're leaving, aren't you?" He screamed as he jerked away from me causing me to fall down the white warm sand as I cried my heart out. It was painful in a way that I could just die at that exact moment. "I- I don't want to leave."

He placed his hands on his hips and sighed, "It's better if we're gonna this quits." Tears started to stream down his face.

I stared at his eyes, it was filled with anger. "It's over?" I said unbelievably.

He nodded as he wiped his tear away.

"No... no! You can't do this to me. Blake... please, no. We can work this out, somehow. I love you... I love you." I finally said it. The three words that meant so much.

He stared at me and turned his back again. He went back to the spot we sat on and grabbed his phone and car keys and left. He left me...leftme.

Just as I thought he did, I heard him scream from the top of his lungs, "Eli, I love you, forever!" I stared at him as a big smile formed my lips, it was good to see him smile. It was radiating.

I stood up as fast as I could and ran to him, and there he was near the car, holding something that I've been for, from him.

"I told you I'd do it." He said as he sobbed.

"Bu-but... you said, you'll only make one for the girl you think will be theone." I said smiling like a fool. Am I the one, am I?

"You are the one." It was a mixtape; a special mixtape made by him. My one and only love. He handed it to me and I thanked him. He told me a few days ago that he'll give the girl he can't live without a mixtape filled with all the feelings he have for her. And I can't believe it's me.

We gazed into each other's eyes and shared our first kiss. The kiss that still lingered on my lips. The kiss that I will never forget.

Summer was over in a blink of an eye. Before my departure to Los Angeles, we fought countless times. But my love for him didn't lessen one bit. But instead, every moment we were together, I would grow much more in love with him.

I texted him two words that made my hear hurt the entire time.Goodbye Blake.

It was only five hours from then and I would board. I just thought of him that time, of all the memories we've cherished, from the day we first met, the first kiss, every moment we shared... and the only thing I was hoping for was that he'd be there to bid me a proper goodbye, at least. And then he came, like a knight in shining armour, he really did chase after me. Only thirty minutes left I and would have boarded the plane.

"Eli..." He said as he looked into my glistening sad eyes.

"Blake, I'm sorry." I said.

"Don't be. Let's keep in touch, okay? I love you, Eli."

"I love you..." I said as we kissed the last time. It was short, yet sweet and passionate.

"See you soon." He said as tears started to well up in both of our eyes.

"Goodbye, Blake. I love you..." I whispered to myself and waved to him. I felt a pang in my heart, I didn't want to go, but I had to. I walked slowly and it killed me that I was leaving. Tears fell all the way as I got in to the plane and to my seat. The pain never left me, even once.

Three months had passed. The first two months were still great, but he suddenly lost his communication with me. I tried so hard to contact him everywhere and I even asked my aunt, but nothing... He never replied to my e-mails, texts, and calls. I was very hurt.Is he okay? The question that kept lingering in my mind. What if he's gone? No... he can't be. He said he'd wait for me. He said so himself.

It was curiousity that lead me to my heartbreak. I looked deep to find him. I was desperate and stupid. Until one unfaithful day as I was checking my social networking site, I had the urge to check his name... since we weren't friends.

Blake Mercer

I typed in.

And luckily, only one result.

His profile picture was the one I took of him in his home. When his sister had a birthday party and the day that he introduced me to his parents. I laughed and relived the moments. But as I was about to click the ADD FRIENDbutton, something caught my attention. My mind, my heart, my soul, every single piece of me.

IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH VICTORIA CAMPBELL

I laughed at myself and convinced myself it wasn't real. That it was all a lie. But then, something came to me and whispered to check his photo albums, since it wasn't private.

I clicked the album,LOVE OF MY LIFE <3. And there I broke my own little innocent heart. It was my choice to fall in love with a professional jerk. It was my choice to look for him on that social networking site. It was my choice to look in further. It was my choice that I believed in his love.

His face and her face, kissing pictures, hugging pictures, holding hands pictures, and what broke me the most was giving her a piggyback ride.

That's what he always did to me... every time.

Tears streamed down my face intolerably. I shut my laptop close and buried myself under my comforter and pillow. I felt mad, lonely, depressed, sad... it was extreme torture. I hated myself so much, I hated myself for falling in love with him when I know it was never gonna work because of our distance.

But... just a simple message of breaking up would have been alright. He doesn't have to make me see for myself... He's such a jerk.

And there I knew...

Not all summer love lasts... nothing ever lasts... Fairy tales doesn't exist. Happy endings are never real... and all guys are all the same.


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