At the Bridgewater

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A/N: Wow, that title sucked. Probably the worst one I've ever come up with … anyway, this is just a random idea that I came up with in the middle of my drama class. I wrote it in about a week, so my apologies if it's not very good. Reviews are very helpful, as there WILL BE another chapter, two at the most.


They met as arranged in Bridgewater Park just as the sun was setting. It was quiet that time of day, as many people went home to eat. They walked hand in hand without meeting a single soul and came to rest near the lake, under a large willow tree. Neither of them spoke, but both regarded the beautiful scenery and their partner.

Just as the sun disappeared behind a clump of trees, casting a broken shaft of light across the lake, the couple kissed. It was a soft kiss, and neither of them made any effort to deepen it. They stayed like that for some time, their lips simply touching, both of them contended with the feel of their partner's lips against their own.

He gave in first, as he often did. He moved his hands from his sides, where they had been dangling idly, to her waist. He pressed his lips against hers slightly harder, and she complied, moving her hands to around his neck. She pulled him closer to her as their kiss became deeper, and his grip on her waist tightened. After a few seconds, she pulled away. She looked at him and he returned the gaze. She regarded his eyes; dark and friendly, they seemed to beckon her to him; his hair, soft and fine, felt like silk under her fingers. His gaze observed her lips, smooth and soft, and her slightly flushed cheeks.

He smiled as she leant in and kissed him again. She ran her tongue against his lips and he gladly let her in. Gradually, their kisses became more passionate and urgent, and he was dimly aware of her fingers entwining themselves in his hair as he kissed her hard. She groaned against him and returned his kisses with her own equally passionate ones, capturing his mouth with vigour.

"Katie," he moaned suddenly.

She pulled away immediately and looked at him, horrified as he, too, gasped. Her hands left the back of his neck as his grip on her weakened. She stepped back and looked at him, her eyes portraying none of the love and affection that was there a minute ago, only confusion and hurt. He looked back at her, equally astonished. He tried to speak, but he was too shocked to say anything. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes as he just shook his head slowly and apologetically. She backed away from him as he stretched out to touch her arm.

"What did you just call me?" she asked him.

"Oh God … I'm sorry Summer. I don't know where that came from Summer, honestly! Please Sum, I'm so sorry …" he managed to choke out. He found himself repeating Summer's name over and over again, as if repeating her name would erase the fact that he had just called her 'Katie'.

"Forget it," she said, her voice cracking into a sob as she spoke. Tears escaped from her eyes as she blinked, but she wiped them away with the back of her hand. She pushed him away as he tried once more to step closer to her, and walked away.

He felt his world shatter around him as she pushed past him, tears once more forming in her eyes. He stared blankly at her back as she walked away, her head bent. He honestly didn't know where Katie's name had come from. Sure, he used to have a crush in her, but that had ended in 7th Grade. Summer couldn't just end it now, could she? If she did, then his entire world would collapse. He loved her too much to let her go … Katie didn't matter any more.

"Summer! I'm sorry!" he cried after her. She waved her hand over her shoulder, dismissing his apology without turning around.

He tried to stop the tears forming over his eyes, but failed. As the tears crept down his cheeks he wiped them away angrily. Why did she have to do this? Why didn't she believe his apology? How was he supposed to cope without her? She was his whole world – his future, his dreams, his entire life. Did she not know how much he loved her?

Summer, too, was distraught. Why had he called her 'Katie'? Did he love Katie more than he loved Summer? Had their entire relationship been a fake, just a plan of his to try and make Katie jealous? Had he meant any of the things he had said to her of love and marriage? Did he not know how much she loved him?


A/N: Okay there you have the first chapter. There will probably be another chapter of this, revealing who the boy is. We know that the girl is Summer (I hope everyone got that – the girl is NOT Katie!). So, who do you think the boy is? I'm not sure myself yet, so if you have a particular preference between the boys (which I'm sure many of you will) then tell me. Oh, and I and NOT making the boy Lawrence, because he's quite a hard character to write about. So send me a review telling me which boy you'd like Summer's boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend) to be. Thanks!