Hi, so I know I shouldn't be starting a new story but I just wanted to start afresh, especially whilst I had the time! Enjoy :)
Max and Fang's moms had been friends since university; they'd studied together, lived together and even had their kids at the same time. The only problem was that their kids weren't...'as close'. Max Martinez and Fang Ride had always hated each other and the only thing they hated more was having to spend every single summer of their lives at the same beach house- all holiday long. But this year would be different and they'd soon begin to realise this...
Most people would say their favourite time of the year was summer. Summer was when the better weather came and schools ended and people went off on vacation-good times, right? Not for me. I most certainly do not have 'good times' when it comes to summer. For me, summer is the worst time of the year. My summers mean spending at least 3 months with my family and my mom's best friend's family, cooped up in this tiny beach house which they like to call 'The Summerhouse'. I like to call it 'The Hellhouse'. Because it literally is hell, no joke. And I know they'll be people out there thinking I'm crazy for hating summer. I mean I get to live in 'The Summerhouse' all holiday long and have cookouts on the beach and watch the 4th of July fireworks on the porch, hell I even celebrate my birthday at 'The Summerhouse'. But whoop-de-freaking-doo, because I'll tell you it's so not fun having to do this with your arch-enemy. Well, maybe I'm being a bit melodramatic there but it doesn't mean I hate him any less. Fang that is. I've always hated him, I don't think I can think of a time when I didn't.
He's Grace's son, one of my most favourite people in the world and my mom's best friend. Sometimes I wonder what went wrong with him because he surely can't be related to the one of the loveliest people I've ever met. I asked Grace once if he was adopted and she replied bitterly 'He takes after his father' and lemme tell you am I glad his parents are divorced, which seems terribly cruel of me but the idea of there being another Fang at the Hellhouse makes it sound that even more- hell.
And it's not that I haven't tried to get on with Fang, because I have. I tried one summer...which was an epic fail in all proportions. What? It was hard to keep up the act of being nice all the time and I ended up snapping at him a lot of the time which caused him to call me a 'hormonal psychopath' (what with my constant mood swings with him) and led him to believe I'd started my period. Never mind that I had, at 13 it was really embarrassing for people to find out, especially since none of my friends had started back at home. It's not like I wanted it spread around, so thanks to Fang my summer was ruined by his constant teasing. That and my being hysterical whenever my mom forced me into wearing the white shorts I'd begged to her to buy me, which I suddenly 'didn't like' any more. Like I would risk having an accident after Fang's teasing? So that left me completely scared for 1 week of every month and teased for the rest of the holiday. Fun? I think not.
So you see, the thing is, Fang's a douche. Always has been, always will be. And no it's not just because of that summer when I was 13. I get teased every summer; for being short, or when I got boobs the next summer, or for being the youngest one there, for anything really. And that my friends is why I hate summer. All because of one guy- Fang Ride.
I should probably amend that however because I guess it's different now. Fang's sort of turned into this 'emotionless-rock' as I like to call it. I mean, he doesn't tease me as much anymore but he gets this stupidly annoying smirk on his face and I just know he's laughing at me. He still manages to annoy me though- how he's frustratingly good at anything he lays his hands to and then acts as if he doesn't care whereas I would have to have busted my butt off to do the same. And how all the girls at the beach adore him and can't seem to see him as I do- as evil incarnate. The only saving grace is that we don't go to the same high school, because god knows I wouldn't last a day in the same building with him, never mind the same classes. Not that I don't know what he's like at school- good grades, sporty, a hit with the girls. Sometimes I try and figure out how he can manage to be so closed off and still be popular. His good looks? Not that I find him good looking however... I still remember him for the pain in the ass that he is.
And very soon, I will be spending my summer vacation with said pain in the ass. What could be worse than being so far from home that you miss out on all of your friend's house parties and shopping trips, you say? What's worse than them missing your birthday? I mean I shouldn't care, they miss it every year. But this year I do mind. Because this year I'm turning 16. And this year I'll be damned if I let Fang ruin it. This year I'm having a stress-free summer. This summer will be different...I hope.
So there's my first chapter! I hoped you liked it and please review! P.s I don't know if you get 3 months summer holiday in America but I wikipediaed it :p Please review!