The Tangled Webs We Weave
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(slight spin-off from The Summer I Turned Pretty by Jenny Han)


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'I should have seen this coming' was the only thing that rung through my mind that last day of summer: it was my responsibility, it was my body but yet, somehow everything slipped away that summer. The control, the knowledge—all of it should have been good enough but it wasn't. And the rest? The rest will simply have to suffice.

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Chapter 1

This was the kind of life I lived for: long lazy summer days of bathing under the sun's hot rays, belly-flopping into the ice-cold salty ocean, swimming measured laps in High Hill's pool, the homemade cooking of constant seafood, and last but not quite the least: the Fisher boys.

Harris Fisher and Cam Fisher were the only two boys in my life that I could speak to without sounding like a total and complete dork.

You're probably expecting some kind of explanation as to what they look like, and who I am madly in love with, but the details will follow eventually.

Lounging carelessly in on the burning-hot sand, I flipped the page in my book. Because of my book, I was lost completely in a trance; books can take you to a world that you've never been to, it can paint pictures of reality or erase the images of distasteful memories, it can even help you escape to some kind of place that happens to be much better than where you currently are.

But like all books, when you shut the book firmly, when the story is over, reality returns: always has, always will.

Inside I could already imagine Susannah Fisher gossiping with my witty mother, Kendra Block. Their mother's were best friends and presumably, their children were best friends.

Susannah is like no other; beautiful, strong, willing, kind-hearted, wise, and all around a wonderful, lovely mother. Harris and Cam are so lucky to have such a mom.

I've always wondered what it'd be like to switch places with Harris and Cam, you know, have Susannah as a mom and Jack Fisher as a father. Lately I've wondered it a lot more than usual.

Because of The Fishers, we own a house in the Hamptons, which soon became our permanent house. The house is huge and considerably one of the nicest houses to be on the ocean. Every summer since I was six, The Fishers would drive to New Hampshire just to spend the entire lazy summer under the sun and roof of our house. It became a permanent tradition.

And every summer, I look forward to the sound of the boys noisily tracking sand onto the porch, the sound of fireworks during the Fourth of July on the beaches of the Hamptons, the sound of the grill being used by Harris, the loud boisterous noise of the boys, Susannah and Kendra singing along to The Bohemian Rhapsody whenever Kendra turns on the radio.

"The Fishers will be here soon," Kendra called from the porch, "better get dressed for dinner."

She didn't have to tell me twice; this was the very kind of excitement I waited for every summer. The Fishers lived in Washington, so naturally it was always exciting for them to spend the summer around the ocean under the warmth of the sun. They always took the soonest flight to fly all across the United States just to spend the summers with Kendra and I.

"Okay," I replied, placing a slip of white paper as a replacement bookmark into the book. Jodi Picoult's classic Vanishing Acts had always been one of my favorite novels.

Heading back inside, I took one more glance from the porch. The porch over-looked the great big ocean. It was my favorite view: the summery colors that could only be reflected by the sunset, shades of various pinks, purples, splotches of bright orange and the burning of red. It's the kind of sunset that was beautiful; you could never possibly erase the image from your head.

Slipping through the sliding glass door, I marched upstairs to my room. Along the way, I glanced eagerly into the two rooms to the left and right of my room; Harris and Cam's summer-rooms.

Harris designed it when he was thirteen with Kendra, and Cam helped pick out the colors of his room when he was ten.

Susannah and Kendra worked hard on my room before I was even born into this world. Susannah supposedly picked out the purple of my room, the one spotless white blank wall, and the desk and vanity. Kendra told me Susannah had already had Cam a few months earlier.

I slipped on a team-t-shirt that had all of my soccer friend's signatures, my number, and my given nickname: Slick and various other embarrassing quotes. And after sliding on white shorts, I stared at myself in the mirror.

With Harris and Cam, I never wore makeup. But when I turned fifteen last year, makeup became something I was accustomed to wearing; nothing desperate, just simple mascara, eyeliner and a brush of sparkles on the eyelids and the classic spritz of my Ralph Lauren perfume and I was ready to go.

"Mass, they're here!" Kendra called from downstairs, the eagerness radiating from her voice.

"Coming,"

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What do you think? Should I continue? I know I have a lot of fics going on but right now I really need to write about some other stuff other than bratty twelve year-olds and dying teenagers.

Review? Thoughts? Opinions?

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