"Roger, are you packed?" Mrs. Davis yelled up the stairs as Mr. Davis packed the car.
"I'm almost done, hang on." he yelled back stuffing his clothes into a gym bag. "Can I bring my guitar?" he asked poking his head out his door.
"Yes, you can bring your guitar. Now let's go. Your father wants to beat the traffic." she yelled as he ran down the stairs. "Is that all you're bringing?" she asked looking up at him.
"Yeah, it's all I need." he said looking down at her as he held his gym bag in one hand and his guitar case in the other.
"OK, but you're gonna be doing a lot of laundry." she said as they left the house.
"It's cool." he smiled looking down at her as he tossed his bag into the trunk of the Caprice Classic his father drove.
"Let's get going." Mr. Davis said looking over at him as he closed the trunk.
"Dad, can we stop at that diner? The one with all the rock memorabillia in it?" he asked looking up at his father.
"Possibly." Mr. Davis smiled as they left the driveway in Elizabethtown, NY. It was located upstate near Plattsburgh.
"Cool. Thanks dad." he smiled leaning back in the seat to get comfortable. It usually took about 8 hours to get to their summer home in Atlantic Beach, Long Island. It was a beach club town. Mr. Davis usually brought Roger and Mrs. Davis down the first weekend after school got out and they stayed until Labor Day weekend as he drove up and down each weekend. Roger usually hated it, but he it was the summer before he was going off to college, so he was looking forward to spending that time with his parents. They were actually pretty cool. Not lame like his friends parents were. He liked spending time with his parents. Roger quickly fell asleep in the back of the car.
"Roger, can you help your father with the bags? I need to go down the block to say hi to Mrs. Campinelli." Mrs. Davis asked as they got out of the car.
"Sure mom. Tell her I said hi and I'll be by to play with Charlie after I'm done helping dad." he smiled looking over at her.
"OK sweetie." she smiled before starting down the block. As Roger watched her he noticed a young woman coming out of the house on the corner. She had golden blond hair that flowed halfway down her back and she was wearing a pink tank top and denim shorts. She got into a classic red Dodge Charger. It looked like a 70's model. He couldn't help but notice her beauty. As she pulled out of the driveway and drove off Mr. Davis tried to get his attention.
"Roger, come on. We have to get these things in the house." he smiled looking over at his son.
"Sure, OK dad." he smiled looking away as he finished helping him with the bags.
"So what are your plans this summer?" Mr. Davis asked looking over at Roger.
"I don't know. Hang out maybe." he said looking over at him.
"With that pretty blond who lives on the corner?" he asked smiling at him.
"Dad." he said looking at him embarrassed.
"What? You do think she's pretty, don't you?" he asked smiling over at him.
"Um... yeah, I guess." he admitted looking down at his feet.
"So go introduce yourself when she gets home. She looks about your age." Mr. Davis smiled before carrying his and Mrs. Davis' bags into their room.
"I wouldn't know what to say." he said following him to his room.
"You'll figure it out. Maybe if you sit on the porch with your guitar she'll come down and talk to you." he smiled looking over at him.
"Maybe." he smiled before putting his bags into his room. As Roger unpacked his clothes, he looked out the window to see if that girl on the corner was home yet. He didn't see her car, so he assumed she wasn't. As he laid down on his bed, he thought about her. Running down the stairs of the house. Her hair bouncing. She looked so beautiful. Soon he fell asleep.
"Roger, we're barbequeing. You need to help your dad." Mrs. Davis yelled waking Roger out of his sleep.
"Mhmm, I'm coming mom." he groaned trying to wake up.
"I was thinking of inviting the new neighbors on the corner." she smiled as he came out of his room.
"Dad, you told her?" he asked looking over at Mr. Davis.
"I'm sorry Roger. I didn't know it was a secret." Mr. Davis said carrying the steaks out to the back yard.
"It wasn't, it's just... I don't want mom to ruin it for me." he said looking over at him.
"I'm not gonna ruin it for you. When she came home, I happened to notice she looked at the house. I mentioned it to your father and he said you had a little thing for her." she smiled making the macaroni salad.
"She's home? And she was looking at the house? Really?" he asked looking over at her.
"Yeah, really. I think she's playing catch with her younger brother now. Maybe if you went outside you could get her attention." she smiled looking up at him.
"Thanks mom. I owe you." he smiled rushing into his room to brush his hair and get his guitar. He went out on the porch and sat in the lawn chair and began strumming his guitar. As he began playing, he noticed her look up. She began walking down the block to see where the music was coming from. When she got to the Davis house she opened the gate.
"You play that really good." she smiled looking up at him taking her sunglasses off.
"Thanks. I've been playing since I was 12." he smiled looking up from the guitar.
"Did you just move in?" she asked sitting on the top step.
"Not really. My parents have owned this house since I was about 10. We come here every summer. But I've never seen you here before." he said taking the guitar off of his lap and standing it next to him on the porch.
"Yeah, we moved in this past winter." she smiled looking up at him. "Where do you live normally?" she asked looking up at him.
"Elizabethtown. It's upstate." he smiled looking down at her.
"That's cool. Do you go to school up there?" she asked before looking down at her hand. That was a stupid question, of course he went to school up there.
"Yeah. Well I used to. I graduated last week." he smiled looking down at her.
"That's cool. I have one more year to go. I can't wait until I'm out of school. I never want to go back again." she said smiled as she looked up at him.
"What about college?" he asked looking down at her.
"I'm not going. At least I don't want to. My mom wants me to go, but I wanna be a writer and I figure if I don't have it, college is not gonna teach me how to be one." she said looking up at him.
"I guess. I'm Roger by the way." he smiled looking down at her.
"Right, names. It's funny. We've been sitting here talking and we have no idea what each others names were. I'm sorry, I'm Brenda." she smiled looking up at him
"Brenda, do you wanna eat with us? My dad's barbequeing and we have plenty." he smiled looking down at her.
"I can't. I have to help my grandmother make dinner. Maybe I'll see you around." she smiled getting up.
"It was really nice to meet you Brenda. I hope I do. See you around that is." he said getting up.
"I'll be at the beach around the corner tomorrow. I usually go about 11. Maybe I'll see you there." she smiled starting down the stairs.
"I'll be there. Bye." he smiled looking down at her as she put her sunglasses back on and started back down the block to her house. As he watched her Mrs. Davis came out of the house.
"So Brenda, huh? That's a nice name." she smiled looking over at him.
"How long were you standing there?" he asked looking down at her.
"Long enough to see that she likes you back." she smiled looking up at him with her arms folded.
"Yeah yeah. Is dinner ready yet?" he asked looking down at her.
"Almost. Looks like this could turn out to be a summer to remember." she smiled as he grabbed his guitar and went back in the house. He hoped she was right. There was something about Brenda that made him feel good. Her smiled was so pretty and her hair looked so soft. She had beautiful blue eyes. He couldn't help but notice them when she took her sunglasses off. They were light blue and incredible. He could stare into those eyes for hours.
A/N: Yes, another preRent, RogerOC story. I have a thing for them, I know. This story was inspired by the Richard Marx song Endless Summer Nights. It came on while I was driving up to Plattsburgh and the story just came into my head. I hope you enjoy.
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