Hey, guys just as promised here's the newest chapter. You know I was feeling sentimental today so I went back and found the very first review ever written for A Summer To Remember [Remember that] and decided to post it here-
This is a very good story! Except for the fact that you have 0 quotation marks...but other than that, its great and I can't wait for more!- Pftfan99
Well 'wipes away tear' I love you guys.
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The song in this chapter is 'Outside looking in' by Nick Lanchy.
Chapter 11
The next day, Alice woke up from the buzzing of her cell phone. She groaned leaning over to her phone to shut it off when she noticed who had texted her- Ferb.
She blinked twice. Wondering two things: one why was Ferb up this early in the morning? And two was he talking to her now then? What had caused his change of heart? Did she care?
Alice sat up and stretched. Isabella was still passed out on her bed across from where she was sitting. She was mumbling something in her sleep. Alice couldn't tell what she was saying but it sounded not-so-surprisingly like Phineas.
She rolled her eyes and opened up the message.
Meet me in the auditorium- Ferb
She knew that she was supposed to be mad at him but she couldn't help but smile. Was he finally going to talk to her? Oh she really hoped so!
So she sprung out of her bed, and was about to get ready when she looked back at her bed. The sheets were all ruffled and the pillow had fallen on the floor in the middle of the night. With a sigh she cleaned up that area before addressing the state of her hair…
Ferb had set up two stools in center stage and he held his guitar on his lap while he waited. He had wanted to sing to her before class so that no one would be there to interrupt him. Besides he doubted that he would be able to say what he needed to say if there were other people present.
Because he did have to tell her everything, that was the only way to set things right and he was willing to do it. He knew now that he would do anything for her.
I sent out the message, he told himself. I can't back out now. She'll be here any minute.
So Ferb waited and went over what he needed to say in his mind. He just hoped that he would be able to keep his eyes clean of tears while saying these things.
He doubted that he'd be able to live up to that but he would try.
"Ferb!"
He looked up and smiled. Alice climbed the stairs leading up to the stage. Ferb tapped his foot on the floor and bit his lip so hard that he thought he tasted blood. He could not believe how nervous he was.
He had sung to people before.
But Phineas was always there, a nagging voice in the back of his mind reminded him.
Alice took her seat in the other stool.
"Are we going to talk now?" She asked, hopefully.
He nodded. "Just listen first."
Ferb strummed lightly on his guitar and began to sing. Alice had never heard him sing before but somehow wasn't surprised by his voice. She listened.
Paper houses
And fallen angels
And at time when you can't see in front of you
Wasted moments trying
Being someone I never wanted to be for you
But I feel my world coming back to life
My eyes are finally opened again
Now I see it in a different light
Standing on the outside
Finally on the outside
Looking in
Reaching out into unknown spaces
With nothing left to blur the view
And I've got to find this picture frozen in my mind,
Of a life I never know.
But I feel my life coming back to life,
My eyes are finally open again,
Now I see it all
In a different light
Standing on the outside
I'm finally on the outside
I'm tearing out the page,
Breathing for a change
And it's so good
To feel myself coming back to life,
I'm finally on the outside
I'm finally on the outside
And I feel my world coming back to life
My eyes are open again
Now I see it all
In a different light
Standing on the outside
I'm finally on the outside
Looking in
For a moment they were both silent until Ferb spoke.
"I'm so sorry, Alice. I never meant to hurt you…I guess I'm just so used to being a shadow that I don't know how to act any differently. But like it says in the song…I feel my world coming back to life and my eyes are open once again. That's how I feel back you Alice and I never-"
Alice silenced him with a kiss.
Ferb recoiled back in surprise but soon found himself melting into her touch. It was his first kiss and it was so glad that he could share that with Alice.
She smiled as she pulled away. "I just want to get to know you, Ferb…I should accept that this is who you are if you don't want to talk. "
He shook his head. "There are some things that I need to tell you, Alice and I hope you will still like me afterwards."
She cocked her head to the side, in that innocent way that she could pull off so well. Ferb still couldn't believe his luck that she liked him back…still would she after she knew the whole truth?
So he told her and he left out no details. When she cried for his pain and started blubbering something he couldn't hear- he kissed away her tears.
"We can't put this off anymore! The boy needs to know."
'But he looks so happy…"
"That doesn't…he just needs to know okay!" Barbra argued.
Olive sighed and peeked out of the office. The boy in question was getting a snack in the kitchen with Wendy. She saw her laugh at something he said. He was actually smiling.
And she had to tell him that his father called yesterday?
The man who literally put him and his mother out of house and home?
Putting it like that made Olive sound like some sort of monster.
Still...he needed to know, no matter what came out of it.
"Fine, but I'm not saying it." She finally agreed. They had been arguing about the situation for most of the day and some time the day before as well.
So they marched out into the dining room, like soldiers out to battle. Barbra didn't bother with any hi or how are you's, she just was blunt and came out and said it.
"Your daddy called, he wanted…he wanted to talk with you." Barbra said.
Buford felt all the air available for breathing being sucked away from him. His head swam through millions of memories…none of them good…of his father. His best friend, a beer hanging from his fingertips as he screamed about one thing or another. Reducing his poor mother to tears. That time when his father lashed out at her. The welt on her cheek took weeks to fade away but still she touched the spot, feeling the tender flesh there as if she could still feel it.
After all that…why would Harry want to talk to him? How could he possibly think that after everything…that he would listen to him?
"You're daddy called, he wanted to...he wanted to talk with you."
"Sweet heart everything will be fine…we're not going to let him hurt you."
Buford blinked, clearly unable to process words at the moment. Wendy bit her lip as she linked their hands. She gave his hand a little squeeze and smiled when he did the same back.
"Buford, sweetie are you alright?"
He stiffly nodded. "Call him back," he stated.
"Wait what?" Olive interjected.
"I said call him back. I would like to speak with my father, please."
The three women exchanged glances.
"Buford, you don't have to-"
"I do, I have to. There are quite a few things that I want to say to him and it's probably better to do so over the phone." He explained, giving Wendy a smile. "He'll say what he needs to say and I'll do the same…don't worry we'll have PLENTY to talk about."
Olive bit her lip nervously before heading back into the office to receive the cordless phone.
"Okay, if you're sure."
Olive returned to the dining area, cordless phone in hand. She went through the menu finding the number.
"Here, you might want to take this outside. He sounded pretty mad when I was talking to him."
He nodded and took the phone. He stared down at it for a moment, watching the number flash on the screen. All he had to do was press talk.
He untangled his hand from Wendy's. "I'll be right back."
He marched purposely to the door leading to the backyard. Wendy watched after him, hoping that this wouldn't push him closer to the edge.
This will be good for him, she told herself sternly. He needs this.
Or so she hoped.
Buford mustered all the courage that he had left and pressed the talk button. He put the phone to his ear and wondered for the millionth time what he would say.
But he didn't have the time to wonder any longer because his father had finally picked up.
"Hey, dad…"
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