A/N: Hey everyone! So I know that I haven't written in a while, but I decided to re-write this story a little, fix up what I didn't like and edit what was wrong. Hope you all like it! Cheers! Rose
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Summer Loving
Chapter Three
Just like he promised, she heard a knock at her door, knowing fair well that he was at the other side of her door. One of her dads opened it up, and called out her name, and directing their guest to the common room.
"Sir, I'm Jesse St James. I'm here to take your daughter to a bonfire that my friends and I are having down the beach."
"Yes come in, come in. Rachel mentioned that to us. Welcome to our home Jesse. I am Marcus and this here is Stanley" she heard her father introducing themselves.
She entered the room, just in time to see her father handing him a cold can of soda, which he snapped open easily, and taking a cold swig at it, like he was thirsty or something, or maybe trying to hide his awkwardness behind the drink.
His breath seemed to get caught in his throat, because before she knew it, he was coughing up the drink. Splutter and coughing, her father's looked at him with incredible eyes, and saw what had given him that reaction.
Rachel looked so stunning in her beach attires, and her father's looked on in amusement as she said "Jesse are you ready to go?" she didn't want to embarrassed him further by making note of his previous stance.
"Sir, Sir. Thank you for letting me take your daughter out" he said to the men with a confidence that her father's appreciated and watched as Rachel gave her fathers a kiss on each of their cheeks.
"I'm not sure what time I'll be home. Well you know it's only down the beach" her fathers winked at her, confirming that they thought he looked like a 'great catch', and she felt her face go hot, as a slight pinkness stained her skin once again. She recovered and opened the door, followed by Jesse.
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He grabbed her hand and offered to carry her beach bag; she shook her head slowly, and looked on as they could see the bonfire starting without them. The music was loud, and the party goers even louder, as she watched them laughing, dancing and drinking and eating. A couple of people were still swimming, even though it was almost dark where the water lay beyond the sand.
Jesse guided her to where his immediate group sat, which she realised were also the head of the party. She wondered where he lay within all this. What was his role in all this and she sense that he was something big, with the 'Hello Jesse's' he received, the high fives and the slaps on the backs.
"Hey everyone, this is Rachel Berry, Rachel Berry my friends." Jesse proudly introduces his close circle of friends to her.
Rachel received a warm welcome, and a dark brown haired girl handed her a can off some beer.
She didn't want to refuse, wanting to fit in as she swished it open and took a swig at it. 'O.M.G' she thought to herself, as the foul drink ran down her throat, she masked her reaction by tipping her beer to the girl in comrade of thanks.
The girl nodded.
"The names Giselle" she introduced herself and went on to introduce everyone else. There were twenty four in the group. But only six of them were the main 'bait' as she was told. "This is Christie, Shannon, Lindle and Franco. The rest you will know as the night progresses I guess. The rest are people from our school, which is also partners of our group." Rachel thought that she seemed nice enough, and she smiled that she was fitting in nicely with them.
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"So how do you like my friends? They are all great aren't they?" he asked two hours later. She had met everyone at the party, though she only remembered a few of them.
"We usually perform songs around the campfire, which not meaning to sound bias, sounds fantastic when the wind carries our voices out into the ocean" he said as they looked at the inviting waves.
He brought an arm to her shoulders, kissing her on the cheek.
He began to sing a song that was very familiar to her, one of her favourite's in fact.
'Wow' she thought with surprise.
'They are good. More than good! They were fantastic!' her smile broaden.
She wasn't sure if she should join in with the song, so she kept quiet.
"Summer Loving..." she loved the grease song so much, she's seen the movie so many times she knew it word for word.
She resorted to singing the song in her head, as she watched Jesse take the role of John Travolta. She saw he knew all the lines. Apparently they had done a snippet of the production recently and had done very well with it.
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Summer was drawing to a close. Jesse was going to be leaving for his school with his friends. They were all sad to part ways with her too. She felt like she had made sixty new friends. The feelings were mutual all around, as they all wished she attended their school as well. They all said they would email her as she would do with them.
She had spent the rest of her summer with Jesse and their friends, having such an excellent time; she didn't have a chance to do anything else. She was sad to see it draw to a close, sad to know that Jesse would be gone tomorrow. They were both going to different schools, and knowing it would be hard to keep their relationship strong. They both vowed that they would do everything they could to be as active as they could in each other's life: Phone calls, emails, SMS, Skype, Facebook, MSN, My Space where they would make videos of their songs to each other etc.
