The idea for this story came from one of y favorite movies: Dirty Dancing. I don't own The Clique, or Dirty Dancing.
Sometimes in life, you meet somebody; and at that exact moment, you know it was meant to be.
"I know you're only fifteen, but I think I love you."
"I think I love you, too."
I met that person the summer of 2010.
"What the hell did you bring her for?"
"I carried a watermelon."
That was the summer before my father died.
"Daddy, don't lie to me, and please don't leave us!"
"I'll never leave you, Georgina, or your mother, I love you all so much. I promise."
The summer everyone still called me Baby.
"Baby? Is that a joke or something? Cause it's not very funny."
"It's a nickname."
The summer when I learned that not everyone was perfect.
"I'm pregnant, Baby."
That summer was without a doubt the best summer of my life.
"Tell me something, what's your real name?"
"Olivia."
"Well Olivia, that's beautiful. You're beautiful,"
I met Todd Lyons that summer, and I was never the same again.
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