1. The Beginning Of Summer
I woke up slowly, and rubbed my eyes, still tired. I looked at my watch; it was July 1st. Sitting up, I groaned realizing this summer wasn't going to be much fun at all. Maybe I'd help Joey out at the car lot. I stood up and walked inside of my bathroom, standing in front of my mirror. I ran a hand through my jet black hair and continue to stare at my reflection. I wasn't thinking about myself, though. All of my thoughts were focused on that brown haired, beautiful musician…My girlfriend, Ashley Kerwin.
I smiled while thinking, What if she were here right now, and not in England? Maybe we'd be lying in bed, cuddling. Maybe we'd even be naked, after a night full of wonderful, tender sex. I shook my head at myself, then walked back into my bedroom and took off my PJs, then pulled on a pair of denim jeans, my BikeToBerfest t-shirt, and then my favorite: a leather jacket. I walked downstairs as if I was in a hurry, and saw Angie and Joey sitting at the dining table, laughing at some joke. Staring at them, I just had to frown. They were having fun, and I knew I should be happy, but I just couldn't. There was Joey, the dad, and Angie, the daughter. There was someone missing, but it wasn't me. It was a mom. This family didn't even need me; that was one of the main reasons I had run away in the first place.
I sighed silently, and opened the front door as quietly as I could, and walked outside, closing it behind me gently. I ran my hand through my hair, immediately wanting to be back up in my warm room, but I knew I wasn't going to go back upstairs, risking disturbing Joey and Angie's breakfast.
I wanted to run away again, and this time, I didn't want Joey to find me, but that wasn't possible. No matter what, I'd always end up back here. I walked into the garage and got my guitar. I stroked the neck of my guitar, glad to have it back after that Skinny guy stole it. I strummed on it, growing extremely bored. Joey entered the garage and cleared his throat. I looked up at him.
"Craig, Angie and I are going to see a movie. You'll be okay, right?" I nodded, feeling myself becoming angry and sad at the same time. I wanted to go along even if it was some stupid kid's movie. I wanted to be invited to come with them at the very least, but of course, I was just the orphan Joey was taking care of. He left, not even saying goodbye, and I went back to strumming on my guitar.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, I stood up, put my guitar away, and went back to my cozy room. I laid down on my bed, running both hands through my hair, and thinking of Ash. No matter what, I couldn't get her out of my head. I glanced at my computer, thinking of sending her an e-mail, but decided against it. I sighed and looked at my calendar. This was going to be a long summer.
