disclaimer: I don't own Summerland, unfortunately. So anything relating to Summerland, I don't own. Anything not relating to Summerland, I do own.
A/N: This is my first Summerland fanfic. So please bear with me. Anyway, I hope you all like it.
sky, sun, and lots of clouds
Summary: Katy gets sent to Playa Linda to live with her grandparents. There, she meets Bradin. Bradin falls for her, but doesn't understand her negative attitude. That's until he finds out that they share a lot in common. Nikki and Cameron do a little community service. Emotions run wild, Cameron tells Nikki how he really feels, and someone gets a completely unexpected surprise.
painful memories
"Miss? I suggest that you put your tray in the upright position and buckle up now. We'll be landing in thirty minutes." Our flight attendant told me.
"Okay" I responded.
"Thank you." She said and walked to the back of the plane.
Ah, the plane. The Continental Airline that I am sitting in along with 100 and something others, heading to California. Seriously, out of all the places in the world, they had to send me to my grandparents' house, in CALIFORNIA! See, this is what happens when I neglect to stay with my aunt, back at home in New York. Well, this is to all those evil people at social services, FUCK YOU. Okay, I let that out. Now I normally don't curse, but this is complete bullshit. California? I mean, come on!Do I not, like, have other relatives that actually live in NY? I mean, I hate my aunt and she obviously hates me too. People who hate each other that much can never live peacefully together; it's just the law.
By the time I got there I was all dazed out; not seriously jet-lagged, but dazed out. I got up and retrieved my bags from the over head compartments, and jetted out of the plane into the terminal. I was practically dying to get out of there. Now if it's one thing about me, I'm very impatient. But in a good way. I lack attention and get restless easily. When something's boring, I drop it and start doing something else. One would say that I'm a very eager person.
There were a lot of people waiting when I entered the terminal. My gate was so packed that it was hard to move. I managed to find my way to the end of the waiting area, so that I could look around for my grandparents. I climbed on one of the seats so I could see over the heads of the millions of people, way taller than me. Yes, I am short. I'm like 5'2...I'm tiny. Yeah, go ahead and laugh. I finally spotted my grandmother and some other, younger woman. They waved when they saw me. I jumped off of the seat and walked toward them, dragging my bags over.
"Hi!" My grandmother yelled to me, as I was walking toward her.
"Here we go again." I said to myself.
"Hey Cathy! How are you?" My grandmother said.
"It's Katy, grandma!" I said.
"I'm just joshing you!" She said, with a laugh.
"I'm fine." I told her.
"Okay" My grandmother said. "Let's go get the rest of your bags." And the three of us made my way toward the luggage claim.
"We're here." My grandmother said, when we finally entered her beach house in the little community of Playa Linda. I've always hated her beach house, ever since I was little. I don't rightly know why I hated it so much, but I did. I never really got along with the other kids who lived here either. They all found me to be strange–I don't know. Anyway, I never really enjoyed my time spent here; I usually moped around in the backyard, which is the beach, and read or play on my guitar. I try to avoid the skate park, the sports center, and definitely the mall. Oh yeah, and about the beach; I'm petrified of the ocean. So basically I get extremely bored.
"Let us sit." The younger woman said, motioning my grandmother and me to the couch. I looked at her. "Katy, how are you? Really."
"I fine, really." I told her in my I'm-hating-every-bit-of-this voice.
"You'll be living here now, you know." The woman said. "By the way, my name is Ms. Anderson. I work for social services. I'll be monitoring you as well as your living environment. You sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine!"
"You know, you're very lucky. Most kids whose parents have died don't have relatives to go to. Most go to an orphanage and go through foster care." Blah, blah, blah. And she went on. "Now, I especially want you to be able to talk to me, about anything that's on your mind, and everything."
"Uh...okay." I told her.
"Good." She said, smiling. "Okay, you can go upstairs to your room now, if you want. I have to talk to your grandmother."
With that, I went upstairs to my room, the room I always stay in when I come visit my grandparents. As I headed to my room, I passed by my grandfather, playing with the picture frames on the wall.
"Hi grandpa." I said.
"Oh, hi Katy." He said, coming over to me and giving me a hug. "Nice to see you. It really is."
He went back to what he was doing and I turned the knob of the door and went into my room. The room looked awesomely cool, like it always did. The walls were painted alizarin crimson (my favorite color) and the furniture matched perfectly. It was like walking into one of those rooms you see in those house decorating catalogs. The theme, of course was music. In black paint, music notes were painted as a border dividing the ceiling from the wall. However, the best part of the whole room was the red vintage electric guitar hanging there on the wall above my bed.
I remember so vividly, remodeling my room. It was six years ago, when I was ten. My mother went crazy remodeling this house, and it wasn't even her house. But my grandparents were cool about it. We had so much fun painting everything. The best part though, was when my dad took me to some guitar store and got me that red vintage electric guitar that hangs there on my wall. Man, I miss them so much.
Anyway, after reminiscing on the past for a while, I became utterly tired. So I laid down on my bed and eventually drifted off to sleep.
