What We Do

by violetcracks

It was a week I hated with a passion only another eleven year old would understand. I always saw it as the one week out of the year I wouldn't see my best friend, and I dreaded it. Until you invited me to come. Drabble

3. Chapter 3

Age 13

My mom wants me to visit her in Arizona this summer because she says it's been too long since she's seen me.

She wants me to stay for three weeks, the last one being the week your family is going to the beach house.

You look so sad when I tell you this and I know I wear the same expression.

I tell her I can't go because I'm going somewhere else the last week.

She tells me I can go next year.

But this is my favorite week of the entire year we're talking about, so I throw the biggest temper tantrum I can muster up.

My dad talks her into it and in the end I get the two weeks before the beach house and three days during Christmas vacation with my mom.

But I don't even care about Christmas because I'd give up anything for this week with you.

We're teenagers now, so when Emmett and his friend Ben go into town to see a movie, we go with them.

Alice is annoyed that she can't go but we promise to go with her next year.

So we do.