When Summer Ends [SAMPLE ONLY] *** Previously called The Perfect summer...

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                                                             Chapter Two

When I woke up I immediately remembered last night. Images of meeting Will and us flirting washed over me leaving a warm sensation in the pit of my stomach. I smiled when I thought about seeing him again today. I was actually pretty excited to see him again, even though it was with all of his family there. I rolled over to look at the time and gasped. Holy crap, it’s after twelve, he’ll be here in under an hour and a half! I jumped out of the bed and dashed down the stairs looking for my mom. I had no idea what to wear to a wedding; I was assuming that jeans and a tank top were out of the question.

“Mom, I’m going to a wedding this afternoon, what should I wear?” I cried as I burst into the kitchen at full speed.

My parents both smiled and looked at me, confused. “Good morning to you too, Pumpkin,” my dad laughed.

“Right sorry, morning guys. Mom, what should I wear?” I repeated, looking at her pleadingly.

“You’re going to a wedding? Who’s is it? I don’t know of anyone getting married.” She frowned and looked at me as if I had lost my mind.

“A friend’s sister is getting married. His date backed out at the last minute, so he asked if I would go with him instead,” I lied, shrugging. I couldn’t exactly tell them that it was the bartender I met at the club I snuck out to last night while they thought I was at a movie marathon at Amy’s.

“Oh, okay. Well, how about you borrow my strapless dress, the one with the pink roses on it that I wore to Kara’s Christening,” she offered.

I gasped and looked at her with wide eyes. Wow, that dress is beautiful. “Really? I would love that,” I gushed, trying not to jump up and down on the spot. I was pretty sure that I had the best parents in the world. My mom’s dress sense was awesome. I thanked my lucky stars that we were the same size, because more often than not, I wore her clothes rather than mine.

“Go get ready. I’ll sort it out for you. What time are you going?” she questioned, getting up from the table. My dad got up too and poured a glass of juice, holding it out to me as he walked past, kissing my forehead.

“Thanks, Dad.” I turned back to my mom. “Will’s coming here to pick me up at half past one.” I chugged the glass of juice as fast as possible, eager to go and shower so I would have time to do something nice with my hair.

I rushed a shower and dried my hair quickly, pulling it up in an elegant twist and straightening the loose bits around my face and my bangs. Once I was done beautifying myself, I pulled on the dress and looked in the mirror. I smiled, happy with the result. My dark blonde hair looked better than I thought it would, and my brown eyes were sparkling with excitement. The little make-up that I had put on complemented my complexion perfectly. The dress was beautiful, and clung to me in all of the right places, showing off just the right amount of cleavage. I sighed happily and grabbed my shoes and purse, heading downstairs as I pulled them on. My parents had already left; they were going to visit some old friends and wouldn’t be back until late.

I paced around the kitchen nervously until the doorbell rang. I practically skipped to the door, straightening my dress and taking a deep breath before pulling it open. My breath caught in my throat when I saw him. He looked incredible in a black tux, white shirt with a pale blue tie.

I ran my eyes down his body slowly, taking every part of him in before dragging my eyes back to his face. His hair was styled but yet still managed to look messy and like he’d been running his hands through it. His eyes were still raking down my body, his mouth open slightly. I smiled to myself. He likes what he sees! I cleared my throat dramatically to get his attention. His eyes snapped to mine and he smiled at me, his grey eyes boring into mine again.