Disclaimer: s is an AU. I do not own any of the characters form Grey's Anatomy, I just bend them at my will.
AN: This is my VERY FIRST story although, I've read many many stories Please take it easy on me. I'm not a writer, but I'm gonna try my hand at this. Enjoy Please leave a review.
AN2:Mistakes are my own. If you have any ideas of where you'd like to see this story go, or stuff you'd like to see happen in this please let me know. I'm very happy to give the readers what they want.
The River
Four years of high school, four years of college, four years of med school. By the time we graduate we're in our late 20s and we've never done anything except go to school. Time stops. We're socially retarded. Ha, I mean, look at me, I've never had any serious relationships. I once thought I was in love with a guy who wouldn't say he loved me back. Who does that? Ha, Me, that's who. I always find myself too giving of my heart, but that's how I was raised. I was raised with love. My Childhood, my childhood was amazing. Holidays, Weekends, Summer vacations were spent with family. Parents, Sister, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins and my Abuela. My Abuela's husband a few years before I came along. I say "my Abuela's husband" because, how can I call a complete stranger, someone I've never had the opportunity of knowing my Abuelo. I know very little about the man I am told is my fathers dad. There was only one picture setting around of him. It was him and my Abuela at their 40th Wedding Anniversary. From the looks of the picture, they were having a moment off to the side of the party. I can see the sparkle in my Abuela's eyes as she looks up at him, while he's kissing her forehead. I've heard many times during my childhood, "what a good husband, man, father he was".
I've always been very found of my Abuela. She's my best friend. Yeah I know, that sounds weird, to say you Grandmother is your best friend, but she is. I've always been able to tell her anything and everything under the sun without any judgment. She always had the best advise. I would find myself, during our talks, playing with the ring on her finger, my "Abuelo" proposed to her with when she was only 15. To me that seems awful young, but back then, it was nothing out of the ordinary. The ring was a Vintage Style 14 K White Gold Diamond Ring with Pave and Bexel Set Diamonds. I've always LOVED that ring. She would look down at her hand and say "The Love of My Life" with a small smile, sometimes I saw a tear form at the corner of her eye. I would always think to myself, I want a love like that.
I may be bias but I believe I had the most perfect family. Of course there was ups and downs as in every family. But at the end of the day there was always love. My Aunts and Uncles always treated their nieces or nephews like we were their own children, and same goes for my parents. Our favorite summer destination was what we kids could call, The River. It was actually called Emerald Park Camp Grounds. It was a little camping place our parents went to when they were kids. So to say many generations of Torres came here is putting it lightly. This place beautiful. It was about 3 miles down a old dusty dirt road, the best Camp sites lined the waters edge. Huge vast trees leaning just over the water made the perfect for lounging around in the shade. Our favorite place to camp was right where the deep water met the shallows. It made for the best swimming anyone could ask for. We would reserve the spot for the whole summer, Memorial Weekend til Labor Day Weekend. Some people say we were crazy, no one could love the outdoors and camping that much. I say, don't knock it until you try it. We camped so much there, the rangers at the park named our Camp site 'The Torres Method'. As kids we made so many friends camping when we were little I couldn't keep up with them all. There was this one family in particular that would always camp right across the road from us right under a variety of shade trees. They seemed like a nice family, Mother, Father and two kids. Timothy I think they boys name was, about a year older than me, had beautiful blue eyes, always came over to swim with us, have water balloon fights or play some wiffle ball. As kids, we were always into something. He had a younger sister, but for some reason she would never come over to play. We tried several times over the years to get Tim to bring her over, but she always refused. "She hates camping" Tim would say. Like most things in life, those summers of camping all summer long came to a stop, Parents were getting older, kids were graduating high school, most going off to college and doing their own things.
So, Here I am, at the same spot we camped at for many years. I've not been here since I was 18 years old Setting in my black zero gravity lounge chair, I've not been here in 12 years. Man have I missed this place. This was my favorite place growing up. Why has it took me so long to come back here? After setting up camp, I find myself currently kicked back, with a Ice cold bottle of Mike's Peach Margarita. I've needed time away for so long. I've spent 4 years in college, 4 years in Med school and 4 years as a resident. Mark and I was suppose to fly down to LA for our break, but his mother has fallin very ill. I tried my best to get Bailey to come with me, but she can't stand the thought of being away from Tuck for that long. We are 3 weeks shy of becoming attendings. I'm finally where I want to be. I've become the person I set out to become. Minus the great love of my life, but hey, my life feels like its just starting, right? I am going to spend these 3 weeks doing absolutely nothing but drinking and relaxing. I pull my shades over my face, close my eyes and soak up the sun.
I feel the need some come to this spot. I feel closer to him when I'm here. I've never been a fan of camping, EVER. But since Tim's death a year ago, something changed, I feel close to him here. I've became to love this place. This was his favorite thing to do, he loved coming here. Always playing with the other kids, having a blast. Me on the other hand, I always stayed in the camper, reading or anything I could to make the time here go by quickly.
Here I am I look out and see only one other person here at this camp ground. Their camped right across the road from me in the old 'Torre Method' camping spot. Not many people come here anymore. I try to come here about once a month in the summer and camp for the weekend. Winter months, when I can catch a warm day, I try to come and just hang out for the day. But today, today I'm here to camp for a few weeks, I start my new job in roughly 3 weeks and I just want to have some me time. So I go about setting up my camp and bring out my Lounge Chair and kick back with a ice cold drink and relax.