I'm uploading this chapter in two bits, mainly because I couldn't be bothered to write the other half tonight, but had to upload something because I felt peer pressured.
I had my penultimate exam today.
The first question was 'What do we call the reaction that turns a metal oxide into metal?'
I have a feeling 'Witchcraft' might not have been the right answer.
But it's alright because the rest of the exam was quite easy.
This chapter I'm listening tooooooo: La la by Kimberly Anne
Haruhi and I just dossed around the house on the Sunday after the party.
Neither my Mum or Marcus noticed my ugly, swollen hand until Isabella returned home from her sleep over with a bloody nose and put the pieces together.
I explained my half of the story to Marcus and Isabella told hers to my Mum. (For non-biased or whatever)
They then discussed it together in the sitting room.
When Isabella and I were called downstairs I honestly had no idea what the outcome of this situation might be.
I never got into trouble usually because I never did anything bad enough.
That they knew of.
We stood in front of our parents.
"We've come to the decision, that Summer will get a week without butlers, living at home, with no television privileges; starting as soon as Haruhi returns home." My mother said and Isabella turned to me with a smug expression on her face.
It didn't have the desired effect, as she had developed an enormous bruise on her misshapen nose and I ended up snorting at the attempt instead.
"And Isabella will be receiving the same punishment, for two weeks. Although she already lives at home, so we'll be taking away your right to the chauffeurs instead." Marcus continued.
Isabella screeched in outrage.
"Why two weeks?!" She demanded.
"Well the first one was for provoking Summer by calling your own step-mother terrible names. And the second was for telling us you were going to a friend's house and sneaking off to a party instead!" Her father scolded.
Isabella genuinely stomped her foot and stormed out of the room, slamming doors behind her as she went.
We all just stared dumbly after her before I recollected myself and asked, "So my punishment is purely just for punching her in the face?"
They nodded.
"Unless there's something else you've done that we should know about?" My mother teased.
I rolled my eyes, "You mean besides my hardcore drug taking?"
My mother threw a pillow at me, laughing and telling me to 'get to my room you cheeky bugger.'
Other than that situation, the other thing that Haruhi and I did on Sunday was watch the season two finale of Sherlock.
Unless you count introducing Haruhi to 'Johnlock' Fanfiction.
"Why would you show me that?!" She said, teary eyes when the episode finished. "You cruel, cruel girl."
I laughed as she reminded me of some girls I used to go to school with who were obsessed with Sherlock.
Today I was taking Haruhi to the breach,
It was a two and a half hour drive away and I'd invited James Bird - who'd offered to drive us there himself.
James had only just passed his driving test and naturally, had been given a car straight away. Most people would be given or would have to save up for a second hand piece of crap for their first car, but I realised that the 'other half' did things differently.
I stood before James' brand new and incredibly shiny car. I couldn't even attempt to tell you what make it was, all I know is that it can't have been cheap.
Haruhi let out a whistle and James simply laughed, opening the door for the driver's seat. Haruhi followed suit, opening the door for the seat behind.
I wandered around to the other side of the car as Takashi came out of the house, carrying a bag full of things like towels and Frisbees.
I laughed.
"This is England Takashi, even in the summer the weather is rarely hot enough to actually go swimming," I said as I met him half way to help carry the things to the car.
Mori opened another one of the bags he was holding, it jumpers, an umbrella and a waterproof coat.
"Prepared for all weathers," he smirked before attempting to 'tetris-style' fit the bags in the boot.
Before I was able to open the door to the backseat Mori had stopped me and help out the jumper I had left at the party.
"You found it!" I grinned and leaped at the tall Japanese boy, flinging my arms around his neck. "Thank you!"
He awkwardly patted my back before the car honked and I released him.
"That's quite enough of that! Let's get going!" James called from behind the wheel.
We got in and then began the journey towards the coast.
"James, we can't listen to this rubbish anymore. Its way to depressing for a road trip," I whined from behind Takashi.
James looked shocked.
"What are you talking about? This is classic Coldplay woman!" He cried, not taking his eyes off of the road though.
Because that would be dangerous.
"There's no such thing as classic Coldplay. They have been, and always will be, utter shit!" I countered.
He just huffed and muttered something like 'you change it then' under his breath.
I took that as an invitation and leaned over the centre console, unplugging James' iPod and replacing it with my own.
"Now, isn't that better?" I chuckled, leaning back in my seat.
James muttered 'no' whilst Mori simultaneously said 'yes'.
"Who's side are you even on Takashi?! You're my exchange partner, you're meant to be supportive!" James exclaimed.
I just leaned forwards and patted Takashi's head, laughing at James' reaction.
We stood in a line facing towards the ocean from the beach car park.
The sky was overcast and there were black storm clouds inching ever closer.
A car pulled up next to ours, a four by four.
Tamaki's exchange partner - Michael - and Kaoru's exchange partner - Edward - got out of the driver's and passenger's seats as Tamaki, Hikaru and Hikaru's exchange partner - Tom - got out of the backseat. They all came to join our line as we watched the dreary beach.
"Whose smart idea was it to come to beach anyway?" One of them asked.
James pointed to me and I grinned sheepishly at them.
"Where's Kaoru?" Haruhi asked, and Edward and Michael exchanged quick looks before running back over to the four by four and releasing Kaoru from the boot.
"Whoops," Edward laughed nervously.
"We didn't have enough seats in the car," Michael explained to a stunned looking Haruhi.
We all stood watching the sky for a while, until everyone mutually decided to find shelter, and bypass a day at the beach.
"We could go to my beach house?" Tom suggested.
Of course he had a beach house.
There was a chorus of mumbled yeses and 'that's a good idea's.
Everyone clambered back into the two cars, Kaoru riding with us this time, and headed off towards Tom's family beach house.
James's followed Michael's Jeep through the seaside town to a more secluded piece of coast, where there was a huge house sitting by the edge of the sand.
"His second home is about three times bigger than my first," Haruhi muttered in my ear as we pulled up at the seafront mansion.
Inside the house was spacious and light, there were windows everything; which, I noticed, Haruhi kept nervously edging away from whenever we passed.
I hung back to walk with her as Michael led us through the building.
"Are you alright?" I asked. At this, Tamaki snapped his head around to look at Haruhi, and then his eyes quickly darted to window before turning back to face the way he was walking.
Strange boy.
Haruhi shrugged, attempting to act casual.
"Yeah I'm fine."
I raised an eyebrow but pushed the subject no further.
Michael had led us through to a large living area that had an open section of wall leading to the kitchen.
Despite the seaside décor the sitting room managed to look reasonably modern.
The far wall - adjacent to the kitchen - was made up of very elegant, and very clean, French sliding doors, which then led onto a small patio - with garden furniture - before the sand started.
It was a beautiful view of the ocean.
I heard a snap from behind me as I looked out of the glass doors.
Takashi was holding the same camera that Honey had been taking pictures with a few days before at the theme park.
"It's pretty isn't it?" I said, returning to look out of the window.
The storm clouds casted a grey shadow before being cut off by the white sky, which was then contrasted by the ocean.
The sea had changed colour to be a sort of dark, reflective, but somehow still translucent aquamarine.
Takashi mumbled in agreement and stood next to me.
"Michael, I'm starving, have you got anything to eat?" One of the boys said - I think Tom.
I turned around to see all of the boys, minus Tamaki - who was having a hushed conversation with Haruhi in the corner - and Michael, sitting sloppily on the couches that were angled towards a wide screen television.
"There aren't any maids here at the moment, and therefore any food, or anyone to cook it," Michael replied, flopping down next to Kaoru. His sandy blonde hair and tanned skin contrasted Kaoru's pale, flawless face and shock of bright ginger hair.
"Summer is practically a commoner, she can cook." Hikaru said, picking at his nails.
I rolled my eyes.
"Well I could, if there was any food to cook with."
Tom reached into his pocket and pulled out a posh leather wallet. He then proceeded to throw it at me.
Luckily Takashi was more on the ball than I and picked it out of the air before it was able to strike me. He then handed it to me gently.
"Take that and go find a supermarket." Tom didn't even look up from his phone.
Michael nodded in agreement, "there should be one in town," he said.
I huffed, they didn't even say please.
Realising no one gave a damn about my reaction to their rudeness; I stormed out of the room, down the corridors and then out of the house.
"Summer, wait!" Takashi's deep voice bellowed from behind me.
I turned around to see him not far behind me, just shutting the door of the house.
He held out James' keys as he approached.
"I thought we should get jumpers out of the car," he looked like he'd only just realise that he had sprinted out of the house after me and rubbed the back of his neck - blushing slightly. "It looks like it's going to get cold," he said meekly.
I nodded and followed him to the boot of James' car.
We filled a back pack with a jumper each, one raincoat and a small umbrella.
I didn't think to bring my own raincoat of umbrella today; I just kind of assumed it wasn't going to rain.
We set off.
I was glad to have Takashi there, as he seemed to have a practical sense of direction.
Whenever I made a decision to turn he'd always stop me by putting a hand on my shoulder and then point in the direction I was about to go in. I'd then realise that it was completely the wrong way, apologize and then carry on following Takashi.
It didn't help that all of the little cobblestone streets were identical.
We walked in silence for the most part, with Mori occasionally stopping to take a photo and me making a sarcastic comment about this 'artistic angle.'
Which he would then roll his eyes at and smile.
Rain started to pat lightly around us and then proceeded to get heavier just as we spotted a co-op not too far away, just outside of this maze of a town.
We both started instinctively running towards it, not stopping for umbrellas or rain coats as it would only slow us down and soak us more.
I looked over at Takashi, who was smiling slightly, rain dripping off of his nose and making his thin black t-shirt stick to him.
Mental note - be sure to check out Takashi some more when you're not liable to trip on a cobblestone and injure yourself at any minute.
A rumble of thunder sounded just as we'd reached the shelter of the small supermarket.
I had to flick the wet tendrils of hair off of my face and then groaned.
Takashi looked at me questioningly.
"My hair isn't naturally straight. It's going to go really curly now that it's wet," I whined.
He just chuckled slightly and turned to walk into the co-op.
The bright lights were a contrast to the dark skies outside and I had to wait a moment for my eyes to adjust.
The place was practically empty; you could hear my feet squelching in my shoes as we browed the aisles.
Takashi picked up a basket and carried it around as I piled various things in.
I was going for the simple option of burgers, buns and some salad.
Which I doubted any of the boys would actually eat.
And I'll have to hide from them that it came out of a packet.
I swore Mori to secrecy.
We finished out brief session by picking up three large bottles of fizzy drinks and then going to the checkout.
The girl on the counter was more than happy to serve a young, handsome man such as Mori and blanked me entirely as I loaded up the plastic bags with our shopping.
Takashi paid and smiled slightly as the girl shamelessly flirted with him.
I snorted, accidently slamming the rolls into the bag with more force than I had intended.
Mori briefly looked over, but was then forced to turn back by the witch of a woman.
I'd finished packing and was now waiting impatiently as she leaned down to try and show a little bit more cleavage than was necessary.
I eventually huffed, grabbed Mori's arm and dragged him out of the supermarket.
He raised an eyebrow as if silently suggesting 'jealous?'
I simply narrowed my eyes at him, replying equally as silently with a sneering 'hardly.'
We stood underneath the overhanging ledge just outside the doors for shelter and debated how we were going to get back without being soaked.
Mori unpacked the jumpers and then scanned what we had as I attempted to roll the sleeves up a bit on the oversized jumper. I'd suggested bringing my own that he had returned to me earlier, but he had refused, saying 'we'd already packed them now'.
Stubborn bastard.
An idea seemed to come to Mori's mind and he removed the waterproof and umbrella out of the bag before zipping it up.
I'm not sure how it happened, but we ended up with me wearing the back pack and the waterproof, whilst being piggy-backed by Mori. He was holding onto the shopping bags and I was holding the umbrella over our heads.
It would have been too small for the both of us if we'd been standing side by side.
I chuckled slightly, a sound that Mori wouldn't have been able to head had I not been resting my chin on my arms, which were wrapped around his neck.
"What's so funny?" He asked quietly, turning slightly so our cheeks accidently touched. He quickly turned his head back and, from the colour of his ears, I could only assume that his face was the same shade of red as mine.
I waited until the heat left my face and then chuckled again, remembering why I had done it the first time.
"I was just thinking about how we must look."
His shoulders shook slightly and I could feel the vibration in his neck and torso as he chuckled.
I wrote this up into a word document from my book, so hopefully there will be less spelling mistakes.
I noticed about 389472384269147263876 in the last one. Which is impressive because there was only 2,632 words.
Happy reviewing ;)