Midnight-pixie: OMG…have fun yelling out when you watch the movie! I did it the whole time! It was a good movie…I can't bash it. Because if I hadn't read the books and I knew nothing about the story, I would have still liked it. I can tell you that there are characters missing, and that at least one part in everyone's story line is messed up, and that an extra….not in the book…makes you want to walk out of the theater…near the end scene has been added. That's all I'm saying. And by the time you see this; you will have probably seen the movie! And after reading the 43 chapter…the one where you said Eric was acting like a jerk….I realized that he was acting like one….he was being forceful…aka…a jerk. I added a really long, non bashing, and oh so very confusing rant at the bottom of the page!
Bridget didn't have to think twice about where Eric was taking her. Why wouldn't he take her there? She was still sweating and shaking. There were a million thoughts running through her head. As they pulled up underneath the arch that welcomed everyone to the camp, Bridget froze. Could she get out? Wait…why was she here? Why was she so unsure about herself? She had never been like this the first summer. That's what this place reminded her of. It reminded her of who she was that summer. She had been bold and relentless. She had been free and she had wanted him. But now that she had him, she was thinking of more and more reasons to let him go.
Eric got out and walked around to her door. "Are you going to get out?" Bridget nodded and opened her door. "Sorry. I was just thinking." She said quietly. Eric grabbed her hand and started leading her towards the beach. "Sam…from camp that summer already knows we are here. He said camp has been different. Now it's all boys. There aren't even any girl coaches…hey. Are you ok?" Bridget nodded but didn't say yes. "No…I don't know. It's been kind of hard retaining all of this." "Well maybe this will help…" Eric said as he and Bridget reached the water front.
Bridget shivered. At that moment she realized that she didn't want to have these memories, or to remember those times on this beach. "Take me to the airport…please." Eric turned to her. "What?" Bridget controlled herself from crying before she spoke again. "I just want to go home. Now. I'm sorry, but I can't stay." Eric sighed and kicked the sand with his foot. "No. I'm sorry. Let's go."
Eric had driven Bridget to the airport and was now standing outside the terminal with her. "You should have said something." Bridget laughed and sighed at the same time. "I did. And then you would come and tell me that you were sorry or that I was just nervous, that I was making it all up in my head. You were trying to force something that just wasn't going to work out…and I let myself go along with it, knowing that I couldn't let you break my heart again. I guess we were just meant to be friends." Eric hugged her and handed her the duffel bag. "None of this talk makes me happy. I may have been a little too strong about it. People change. I thought you would have wanted it. I thought things would change once I read your name on that list." Bridget started walking to the gate and turned around. "No…you thought that you could change my mind. Bye Eric. Just forget about all of this. Maybe I'll write you when I get home…maybe."
Bridget was surprised. She had acted on another impulse with Eric, and now she was on a plane ride home. She sat down in her seat and pulled out a magazine. She had wanted the friendship to start from the beginning of this summer, and she got it. It was the story in between that she hadn't wanted to be written into her life the way it was. The one where girl meets boy again, boy says he wants that friendship, then he breaks the agreement by kissing the girl, and everything goes downhill from there, because now he's planning their wedding. Bridget sighed. She had gotten involved with Eric again, and now her heart was hurting. She needed to get home.
Carmen was at the airport again. But this time it was too pick up Bridget. Lena was standing beside Carmen, wearing a khaki skirt and a black short sleeve shirt. Her hair was pulled up into a sloppy bun. Carmen wasn't surprised that Lena was still getting looks from the guys who were passing by. She was used to it, after all these years of being friends with her. All of a sudden Lena screamed. Carmen looked in the direction Lena was looking. It was Bee. They both waited in their places for Bridget to come to them. If they went past the red line, they could be arrested. Bridget smiled when she saw them, but Carmen could tell she was worn out. She looked liked she hadn't slept in days.
Bridget hugged both of her friends at the same time when she got to them. "Lenny…Carmen…I am so glad that I am home!" Carmen hugged her back. "I know….this is the second time that I've had to save someone's but from depression! I'm so glad you're back." Bridget picked up her bag and started walking, in-between Carmen and Lena. "I'm not depressed…not like last year…or the year before that. It's mostly confusion?" "You said that like it was a question Bee." Lena stated. Bridget ran it through her mind. She had said it like a question. "Well, I was hoping one of you could tell me what I was. I'm tired of deciding." Carmen took her friend's bag and Lena got the duffel bag out of Baggage claim. "Well Bee, you can tell us what happened on the way home." "Wait…Carmen where's this Jack guy?" Bridget asked. "Oh…he had to work today." Carmen answered. Bridget laughed a little. "Oh…Because I don't think it's fair that when you picked up Lena, he was with you…but when you picked up me, I got no one….nothing….nil." Lena put one arm around her friend. "At least she didn't lose her sense of humor Carmen."
Tibby was sitting in the living room of Zahra's two-level penthouse suite in London. When Zahra had said apartment…Tibby had thought she meant an average-Joe apartment…not a flipping suite the size of Tibby's own house. Zahra came back to Tibby's side. "I gave the letter to Joan. She's taking it to the post office right now. So, what do you want to do? You don't start until tomorrow." Tibby sighed. "I don't know…If you want to know the truth…I want to go home!" Zahhra sat down next to Tibby and pulled a tape out of Tibby's bag. "Tibby…this is why you are here. I've seen enough to know that you can make it in this industry." Tibby slowly took the tape out of Zahra's hand. "Do you want to watch this one?" TIbby could tell by the label, which one it was. It was the one from two summers ago. It was the one with Bailey in it. Zahra nodded, and placed the tape into the adapter. "When did you make this one?" She asked Tibby. "Two summers ago…I have another one from last summer…with the same person…but I love this one."
When they were through, Zahra took the tape back out and handed it to Tibby. "I can see why you love it." Tibby put the taped back in her bag. "It took me a while to get used to having Bailey around, but eventually I came around. Sadly, it was only a few weeks before she died." No matter how many times Tibby said the two words, Bailey and died, in the same sentence, it never seemed right. "I found this afterwards. I knew she wanted me to finish the tape… I was so bitter that I had to stay home that summer by myself. But that is when I met Brian…Brian McBrian…Dragon Slayer champion of the 7/11! Bailey was so sure that he would bring something to the movie!" Tibby was now crying. "I'm sorry…I'm going to go for a walk. You know…check out the building. I'll be back in a few minutes." "Ok, I'll be here." Zahra told her.
Tibby was on the first floor making her way back up to the Zahra's tenth floor suite. She walked around near the pool for a few minutes before making her way back to the elevator. Getting on, she bumped into someone who was standing by the doors. "Oh! I'm sorry!" She said. The guy looked up. "Oh, no. It's my fault. Which floor?" He asked. Tibby reached to push the tenth button, but it was already lit up. "Umm…the tenth." The guy looked at the button. "Oh, that's the one I'm going to. My sister just got back from the States. She's got some hot shot documentary girl who's interning with me for the next month. I thought I should just come and meet her." Tibby laughed…on the inside. "That's nice."
When the elevator reached the tenth floor, the two got out. The guy was headed in the direction of Zahra's apartment. That's where Tibby had to go. She decided to take the other way. "Well I guess I'll see you around sometime then." He told her. Tibby smiled. "Maybe."
Tibby finally got to the door and used her key to go in. Zahra's brother was surprised to see her. "Oh…you are the girl! I'm Zohar. I'll be your boss for the next couple of weeks." Tibby reached out and shook his hand. "Tibby."
Interesting fact….I know a Zohar who lives in India. Anywho….not the best chapter. I'm not in the writing mood. I have to go finish loading the dishwasher…I love the invention…but why can't it load itself? Omg…I'm losing the writing touch….I'm trying to hurry the rest of the summer up. I never finish a story….but this one needs to be finished! Please review honestly. I need the honesty. Actually I just like the reviews! lol!...don't we all?
EXPLANATION OF BRIDGET'S PART IN THIS CHAPTER: Bridget's part was hard to write…and I think that since I was writing about her questioning her relationship with Eric, I started to question her relationship with Eric. There were parts of him she didn't see that first summer. We, as the readers of Brashare's books, never saw what Eric was like. We saw the parts that had to do with Bridget. He tried staying away from her….and that didn't work. He ended up…well we all know what he ended up doing with her. But then in the end he pushed her away. That hurt her psyche and her heart. So Bridget could never completely forgive him. In The Third Summer, he tells her that he had loved her all along. I personally don't think Bridget…in her first summer persona, could have accepted that. It took everything she had to "love" Eric. And then after two years of getting it back together, he finally tells her the truth. He went from being in a relationship with that girl in New York…to breaking up with her because he couldn't resist Bee's charm. The charm she wasn't even trying to use to get him back!(( I don't know…this is just my opinion…trust me…there's a lot!)) But I just don't get it. What I loved about Bee was her strong will…her stubbornness. That's what kept her wanting Eric. That's what got her back into life…well that and the help of Billy. Sticks finger down throat in gagging manner. I can kind of see why the stubbornness would rear its ugly head in The Third Summer situation, but her strong will? Her strong will would have kept her away from Eric. It would have sent up red flags. It's when you put the two together, then add a pinch of Eric's charm, that you get trouble. Eric told Bridget that he had broken up with what's her face so that 'they' could happen. And Bridget let down her guard…because all along she had never forgotten about that first summer.Duh She had let it seep down into her heart. Eric had had a place in her heart…and she wanted him to reside there again. I LOVE Eric! Don't get me wrong. When I read the third book though…I guess I didn't like how Brashare's wrote Bridget's ending. I was glad to see that Bee was happy and all…but not in the "omg if that ever happened to me I would die because it's just so romantic and omg I can't breathe" kind of way! Now, I'm done…for the moment. And I'm not bashing Brashare's books. I love them. They kind of helped me find myself. It's just that I got too involved with the story. I read all of the Fics on here and that kind of made me think. To see the way you guys portrayed the characters. : Tell me what you think! I love hearing everyone else's opinion!