AN- Wow this took forever to get up, sorry guys, I hope now that my life is calming down I will be able to write more.
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Speed dial one on her phone.
Three rings.
A groggy voice slurs a hello, and she's off.
"I can't do it, I was going to try and be happy, well not happy, but not act sulkily, and I hate them for making me come here and leave you and everyone and Newport, but I was going to try to make the best of it. I figured that maybe if I at least tried time would go faster, life is too damn short to mope, so I wasn't going to, but now I'm not so sure anymore."
"Wait what?" Seth replied.
"The house is really nice, and so is the scenery, but I'm far away from town, and everyone who lives on this stupid lake is old, and now in addition to being away from the people I love most, I'm totally alone."
"Aw... Sum..."
He comforted her until her tears stopped flowing and her Grandmother came and told her now would be a good time to go into town.
The Tennessee school system was a little different than that of California. So instead of going back to school the Monday after she got to town, like Seth was doing, she would have a whole extra week off. Summer knew exactly what she was going to do with that week, and it wasn't going to be moping.
Monday morning she woke up after being in Tennessee for two nights.
Her stuff had arrived and it stayed in boxes in the extra bedroom that was now the only guest bedroom in the house.
Her room however was stark as ever, nothing of hers lay in it, only what was there before her, and of course, paint supplies.
Today she was going to get to work. Her grandfather promised to help her unload the massive furniture, and both he and her grandmother offered to help paint, but she decided she needed to do this on her own, to center her thoughts, and move on form the things she didn't have anymore. Except Seth, she didn't think she could, and of course there was no way she wanted to get over him in any way. She was going to love him until her heart told her otherwise, which she doubted would ever happen.
The furniture was out, and it was never coming back in.
Carefully she taped tarps onto the beautiful hard wood floors, washed the walls, taped off the molding, and opened her first can of paint.
After painting the trim, she moved on with a roller to the wall. After a short while, she could do it without thinking, she was lost in thought, and her arms worked on their own.
She couldn't help thinking about her grandparents. How much she still loathed and despised them, how horrible they were to her when they were in Newport, and how nice they were being now. Was it all false congeniality? Now that they were here, with her, were they truly happy to have her. They didn't have to fight for her, they didn't have the possibly of loosing her. Did it matter to Summer why they were acting this way. Of course, she would go back to Newport in a second, back to her friends, her school, to Seth, but maybe now that her grandparents were actually likable life wouldn't be as hard as she expected.
That day she got two coats on all walls.
She slept soundly that night.
When she woke up the next morning, sleeping in the room full of all her boxes, exited about what she could do today.
So she got to work right away. The wall painted one shade lighter than the rest, waited. So with four other colors, many different brushed, rollers, wet rags, sponges and other various items, in front of her she began. She didn't know what she was doing, she let her heart guide her, something she rarely did. Yet she figured the one time she had done it, it had gotten her the thing she loved more than anything else. It had gotten her Seth. So, with him in mind she started painting on the large wall.
During the whole process, she thought of him, of all the times they shared.
Of coffee carts, and sail boats. Superheroes, dice, crashed cars, Valentine's Days, dances, superstars, Jewish holidays, concerts, rain, malls, proms, dedications of love, and of course, her father.
She thought of all they could have had, a wonderful senior year, college, more quite nights alone, more stolen kisses, and more not so stolen kisses.
She missed him, and she loved him.
After many hours of painting, she was finished; she stepped away and looked at her creation.
She loved it, only then she realized how red and puffy her eyes must be, and just how wet her cheeks were.
By Wednesday night her room was done, all her belongings were in it; she took pictures and sent them to both Seth and Marissa.
When Seth opened his email, he smiled.
The trim was a clean white. Three walls were a soft sky blue including the outer area of the far left wall. Yet in the nook where the window and window seat sat in that far left wall was painted one shade lighter. The wall opposite the wall with the door was where her bed sat; to the left of her bed was her dresser, which now also served as a bedside table for her alarm clock and such, above it, a board full of more pictures. The right wall was mostly taken up by two mirrored closet doors, which now had pictures taped along the outside. The fabric on her window seat matched her sheets, dark purple, with blue and green pillows. Under the window seat there lie built-in shelves, which had a variety of books and personal items. All the fabrics were solid, simple, dark purple, light green, light blue. Her comforter was the solid green and solid blue on either side. A large white shag rug gave a more comforting sense to the hard wood floors.
Everything was simple, because on the other wall, which held her door, a light green chair with a white table next to it, and a small table like white desk, was Summer mural, it covered the whole wall, as well as going onto the door.
The main wall was the lighter blue, but what she painted was amazing. The center was a large purple heart, coming out of it and all around it were random things, a sailboat in particular. Two angels sat in the top right corner, looking over her. It wasn't meticulous like Marissa's mural. It looked as if a kindergarten drew it, and that's how she wanted it to look. On that wall, were her dreams, her pain, her interests, her memories. If someone else looked at it they wouldn't see some of the things, but Summer saw everything. All the random objects, meant something, she needed everything on that wall, even if she didn't have it in real life.
AN- I know a lot of people are mad about her being okay with Tennessee, but I don't see Summer sulking, of course she still loves Seth, but she needs to be at least a little okay, because it may all come crashing down in the next couple of chapters. The mural, her way of remembering and moving on all at the same time.
