Amy Dawson loved everything about summer. She yawned lazily one morning, as she looked out her bedroom window. She smiled easily watching cars pass, and listening to birds chirp. Her heart warmed as she saw her former teacher pass her house. Amy thought of waving to her. But, Amy was only in her bra, and shorts that matched of the color white. Amy was a freshman, or would be. She grinned in spite of herself. She grabbed a gray tank top and black shorts. Her nimble fingers clenched her dog's leash.
"King!" she whistled, Amy ran outside with her Husky.
But, the woman with the lithe figure, and dark curly locks had her back to Amy. She was walking her own dog, named Gin. Gin was a Husky as well. Infact Amy's former teacher had given Amy a puppy at Christmas time which she named King. King barked excitedly at the sight of his mother. Amy's former teacher looked at her in surprise and shock.
"Hello, Amy."
"Good morning Miss S- Gina." Amy smiled; The two Huskies greeted each other happily
"Hard to get used to isn't it?" Gina grinned at her former student. Gina was wearing a red tank top with a jean skirt. Amy blushed at the sight of it. Her face was the color of Gina's shirt. She always thought Gina was shockingly beautiful, she always wondered why she never got married.
"Very!" Amy grinned at Gina,
"So, what have you been up to?" Gina asked her,
"Writing. The usual, taking walks around the cove."
"With boys?" she grinned at Amy.
"Nope, no boys." Amy laughed, "So, what are you doing this summer?" Amy smiled,
"Nothing." Gina simply said, Amy thought she saw something odd in her chocolate eyes which usually looked dangerous and wild and crazy. It was a wonder how she got them through security.
"I'm not doing anything this summer either." Amy sighed happily, she always felt herself when she was with Gina. "What am I going to do without you?" Amy said to her. And Gina smiled at her. "Will you write to me?" Amy's face looked panicked.
"Of course, I will." Gina said softly, the bond between them made them inseparable "It'll be okay Amy . . ." she whispered to her.
"How about we go to the cove?" Amy said,
"Alright, I'll meet you there in five minutes." Gina smiled; the two young women dropped their Huskies off. Amy packed a basket filled with food. There were sandwiches, candy chocolates, watermelon, fat-free chips, and zero calorie soft drinks.
Gina waved at Amy in a white floral dress. The two young women looked like mother and daughter. Amy had worn a white dress, with a sky blue silk ribbon tied in the middle. And their dark locks were pulled back with matching sky blue velvet ribbons. Gina laughed as she saw Amy. Amy laughed, as well and she blushed also. She blushed mainly because she realized what they had done. Amy giggled like a school girl who was crushing on a boy. They then turned to face the lake as they sat down on the ground. The grass swayed in the gentle breeze tickling their hair. It was utterly peaceful. Residents walking by couldn't help but to stare at them.
"Don't worry Amy you'll love the high school." Gina smiled, Amy only nodded, and Gina didn't see it. But Amy was crying silently, Gina finally noticed it when the tears poured into the lake. "What's wrong, Amy?" Gina looked at her,
"I'll never forget you." Amy turned to her with pale blue eyes that shimmered in the water in her eyes. Amy collapsed in her arms sobbing. And Gina winced when Amy fell on her chest. "No . . . No!" Amy yelped, and Gina looked at her sadly. "Please . . . don't tell me it's true . . ." Amy sobbed harder and harder.
She smiled at Amy sadly,
"I'm so sorry, Amy." Gina said, in a hoarse voice. Amy looked into her brown eyes.
"Are you . . . ?"
"I don't know." Gina said to her, Amy clung to her with dead silence.
"You better call me, when you're puking your guts out." Amy wagged a finger at her.
"I will." Gina smiled,
"I'll do anything you name it." Amy said somberly,
"Well, I'll be having surgery soon; I'll need some help if you don't mind." Gina said,
"Of course! Anything you want." Amy smiled and now all she had to was break it down to her mother.
"You're WHAT!?" her mother's voice raged on.
"I'm moving out for awhile . . ." Amy's voice trailed off.
"For what?" her mother's words cut through her.
"My teacher." Amy's eyes filled with tears, the moment she said it.
"What is it with her!"
"She has cancer, and I'm helping her." Amy said, then her mother went on if she left she was dead to her.
"I don't care what you say. I'm going!" Amy yelled she went to her bedroom to pack. She thought she must have cried another Lake Erie. It was certainly close. She went out the door and never looked back. King had followed her out the door.
Amy walked into the cool night air. She cried as she carried her bags to Gina's house. Her mother's words had hurt her.
"What is so special about her?!" Amy closed her eyes. Just thinking about it made her nauseous and start crying again. Luckily, King was there to comfort her. She knocked on Gina's door on Abby Road.
"Amy?" Gina looked beyond shocked. Gina was wearing a pale blue transparent night-gown. Her dark hair was curly and hung down her back.
"I'm moving in, until you finish Chemo." Amy smiled, she didn't even give Gina the chance to protest.
"What!" Gina looked startled.
"I want to help you . . ." Amy started to cry. "Please, you mean so much to me. Let me help you . . ." Amy sobbed,
"What about your family, Amy?" Gina asked softly as they went inside her house.
"I am never going back there." Amy's voice was filled with venom. Gina nodded at her, and showed her the spare bedroom that she had.
"I'm having a biopsy tomorrow." Gina said
"Can I come with you?" Amy's eyes lit up at the suggestion.
Gina nodded at her, her lips curved into a smile. Gina smoothed Amy's hair back. Already, she felt as she was one with the girl.
"Good-night Gina." Amy whispered, as she disappeared in the guest bedroom. Gina sighed wondering why Amy was doing this for her. It wasn't her problem at all, and yet she stepped up to the plate and took responsibility. She had to find out why she was doing this. Gina walked softly into the spare bedroom. She smiled as she sat down in a baby rocking chair, with pale pink ribbons. She watched Amy breathe softly. A single tear slid down her cheek. Amy was the closest to a daughter she would never have. Gina watched her face for a long time. Gina rubbed her cheek with one finger.
"Sweet dreams, sweet girl." Gina whispered. It was as if Amy had heard her. Amy purred softly, as Gina left the bedroom.