S U M M E R
"Hey sweetheart." Drake beams as he sees me walking towards him at the practice field. He looks so handsome in that jersey.
"Hey." I say back.
Drake jogs up to me and holds me by my waist, "What are you doing here?" He plants a kiss on my jaw.
"Thought you went home?" He raises his thick eyebrow.
"Everyone left and I wanted to see you." I smile sweetly, my hands locking around his neck.
"Miss me already huh," He grins.
"You wish." I shove him away. "I missed you too, sweetheart." He laughs and pulls me towards him again. This time he presses his lips on my own kissing me softly and neshly.
"Just give me few minutes, I'll just take a quick shower and drive you home." Drake kisses my temple and walks us both to the locker room.
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"I can't get in I'll just wait for you out here."
"No. You're not." He drags me inside. "It's the boys locker." I protest.
"So?"
"Their could be a naked guy inside." I reason.
"First, No. We're the only ones here. And second, if there was any guy in there I wouldn't be willing to let you go in 'cause I'm hundred percent positive that they would be all over you." He replies. My blush increases.
"And sweetheart, I'm the only guy who is allowed to be all over you." His voice gets husky and low as he whispers the last parts.
"You're impossible."
Drake starts to strip down his clothes before me and I quickly turn around. I mean I have seen him shirt less when we make out but nothing far from the shirt.
"You can turn around, you know." He speaks with a throaty chuckle. A warmth radiates from behind and two arms come to place themselves on my hips. I jump and quickly turn around to face him. Drake has a smug smile in his pretty face.
"I'm sorry," He laughs pecking my forehead, "Didn't mean to scare you."
"Then what did you mean?" I recover from my fast beating heart and smirk at him.
"I... I..." A hint of pink rose coats his cheeks. They are so, so cute.
"Oh my God, are you blushing?!" I speak in disbelief.
"No... no I'm not." He brings his head to rest on my shoulder, hiding away his face from me. "Oh my God, you totally are! Aw, that's so cute." I coo.
"I made you blush." I bring my hands around his neck and lift him up. I caress those cheeks tenderly, loving the color on them and the cause too.
"It's not the first time." Drake murmurs. It only beams me up with joy and satisfaction ten time the fold.
"Why haven't I noticed though?" I ask with a frown. "You make me blush every damn time but I quickly hide it or distract you."
"Wait, what?" I start to laugh out loud. He's blush intensifies, "Me seeing you blush is my new favorite thing." I press my lips on his.
"Yeah?" He speaks into the kiss and smirks.
"Mhmm." I nod pulling away, "And you got to stop hiding them from me if you want my precious kisses anytime soon."
"Yes, ma'am." Aw, he blushes again.
"So, are you going to shower with me?" Drake peppers kisses along my neck.
"You would like that wouldn't you?" I giggle.
"No." Drake sucks on my sweet spot. "I'd love that." I feel him grin against my soft skin. I giggle even more, my fingers surf through his smooth locks. I tug it a bit forcefully pulling him away from his spot before this heats up a groan escapes his lips.
"Go get your shower." I push myself away from his hold. It was then that I realized he was only in his boxer. I am hit with a massive blush waves and guess who is laughing now?
Yup, him.
"You're too cute." Drake chuckles looking at me. "I already know that."
"'Course you do." He continues his chuckle and goes to the wash room with his towel he picked up from a bench.
I lay down on a bench and surf through my phone, open my music app and play my playlist out loud. Few minutes through the song, I hear a humming coming from the wash room. I got to say, I didn't expect him to know this song especially Drake's Finesse song covered by Bryson Tiller.
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"Thanks for the ride." I send a soft smile his way. "Anytime for you, sweetheart." He leans towards me for a kiss and I meet him half way.
We pull back after few minutes, "I'll call you tonight."
"Alright." I chirp and make my way out of the car.
"Hey sweetie." Mom greets me from the kitchen.
"Hey mom." I make my way to her and kiss her cheek.
"How was school?" She continues to do what she's doing. I sit on the kitchen stool while grabbing an apple from the bowel.
"Boring." I huff, taking a bite of the juicy red fruit.
"What are you making?" I ask her.
"I'm trying to bake a pie. An old friend of mine moved to town and we haven't seen each other for a while." She speaks with excitement.
"Really?" I laugh softly seeing my mom's reaction.
"Yup, I haven't seen him in so long and there's a lot of catching up to do."
"When are we gonna meet him?"
"Soon. He asked me and Alex (my dad) to his house tonight at 6."
"Mom, it's 4:30 shouldn't you get ready?" I know my mom and 2 hours and a half won't be enough for her.
She gasps, "I know. And I haven't even began on the pastry but M-"
"Daisy?" A memorizing velvet voice calls out from the living room, sending pleasant vibrations through my body.
"Thank God you made it, Matt." Mom signs in relief.
"Hey, beautiful." Matt comes from behind and kisses the side of my head. I look up to him with a cheeky smile.
"Yeah, I made it out early." He answers my mom.
"Now that I have the both of you, I want you to get started on the pastry for me and I'll do the strawb-"
"Don't worry 'bout it we can handle it. And can't Cole help?" Matt asks.
"Oh not this week, he's on his PMS." My mom tells.
Yes, Cole has his own type of PMS. He gets all bitchy and annoying as fuck. What's the cause? We haven't found out but I suspect it's his fights with his girlfriend and stuff like that.
"MOM!" Cole shouts.
"What, it's true!" Mom shouts back. Me and Matt laugh.
"Daisy, me and Summi will handle this." He snatches the apple from my hand and takes a huge bite, "Agh, fuck off!" I glare at him and take my apple back.
"SUMMER!"
"What? He knows better than to take my food!" I speak back to my mom. She knows it's true, she doesn't argue and leaves the kitchen.
I am clearly fuming.
"Oh come on, beautiful." He drapes his arm around my shoulder.
"You know better, Matt." I shrug his arm off and stand up to get started.
"C'mon, don't be like that."
"I'm not being anything." I reply nonchalantly. I know it was just for fun he did that, but I really don't like it when people take food from me with out asking. It pisses me off.
"Beautiful," He calls for me. "Let's just drop it Matt. We need to get the pastry and the filling done." I say as I start to mix the ingredients.
I can see he has dropped his face and come beside me to work.
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I hear a heel clicking on the stairs and I turn around. Mom was in a beautiful black dress that ends just at her knee, her dark coffee hair left loose around her shoulder, a light make up on her eyes and finished with a light red lip gloss. She looks magnificent, it's all I can say to describe the way she looks.
"Well guys, how do I look?"
"You look beautiful, Daisy." Matt compliments her.
"You look magnificent, mom." I smile,
"Aw, thanks babies."
"Whoa, mom?" Cole stands behind her, "Mom you look amazing, where are you going?"
"Me and your dad are going to a friend's house." She walks towards us entering the kitchen.
"Thank you guys so much for this." She says as she looks at the finished pie on the counter. "No problem, Daisy."
"So, you two," She points at me and Cole, "No friends over, no doing things that aren't allowed in the house, you know what I mean and sleep early, capish?" She places one hand on her waist.
"Capish." Cole and I speak simultaneously.
"And Matt you're welcome to stay as long as you like."
"Thanks." He say with a low voice. "She still grumpy on you, huh?" Mom chuckles.
Matt nod. I glare at both of them.
"You took her food?" Coke asks.
"Yup."
"Bad move, bro," Cole shakes his head, "But it's Summer and you're Matt."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask my eyebrows forming a v.
Cole shrugs and goes to the fridge, "You two break up and make up at the end of the day. So don't sweat 'bout it man." He takes out the cartoon of milk.
"GLASSES." Mom reminds him just as he brings it to his lips.
I can feel the stare of Matt at me but I don't stare back. I'm ignoring him. I know this is so silly and stupid but once food is in my hand it's mine. I'm not selfish or anything, I do share but I have a strict policy that says 'NEVER TAKE MY FOOD WITHOUT MY PERMISSION'.
"Honey," We all hear the front door open to reveal dad. "In here." Mom calls out.
"Hey kids," He smiles looking at all of us but it quickly changes when his gaze lands on mom. A wild grin makes its appearance and his eyes roam her attire, "You look gorgeous." Making mom giggle.
Dad comes to me kisses my temple, fist bumps both Matt and Cole and goes to where mom stood. He holds and pulls her by the waist, her hands on his shoulder, "Thank you." He kisses her softly and at that we all got out of the kitchen.
Cole settles on the couch and I make my way to my bedroom. I hear foot steps behind me, Matt. I get into my room and go to my drawer for fresh clothes, taking a short and a sweater I make my way to the bathroom.
I come to stop when a hand grips my wrist.
"I'm sorry, I won't ever do it again. Never. I just did it to tease you." His voice. Oh my God his voice, it sounds so broken and hurt.
Why would his voice be hurting this much? Was I that harsh? I didn't even do anything, I didn't even shout at him.
"I'm sorry, please." He turns me around to face him. His face shows his sadness.
"Matt," I cup his cheek with my right hand. He leans into my touch, "Why are you this sad?" I frown.
"You ignored me, and all this happened because I took a bite took a bite of that damn apple."
"You know how I feel about my food." Lord, this sounds childish as fuck.
"What I know was that you didn't act like this when I use to do it before so what changed?"
The fuck, are we fighting right now?
"What's that supposed to mean?!" I retract my hand from his cheek.
"What changed, Summer? Am I gonna be replaced with Drake now?!" He spits.
"Are you kidding me now?!!" He is going to make me fum all over again. No. He is making me fum right now. "Why the fuck would you think that?"
"I don't know." He waves his hands in the air.
I drop my clothes on the floor, I put my hands on his neck and bring him down to me with force, our eyes looked in each other. Our frowns evaporating away but the emotions in our eyes don't go but morph to sad and gentle ones, "Listen to me right now and get these words tattooed in your heart, I won't leave you, give you up, drop you for my boyfriend or dump you, forget about you and not think about you because you Matthew Prince are my best friend--" I don't know why but it hurts to say that.
"-and I would drop the world to be there for you as you would for me." Right as I finish he crushes me in his chest, his arms wrap around me.
"I love you, beautiful. I'm sorry." He whispers.
"I love you too." I whisper back.
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"What made you think that?" I was sitting on my bed as Matt was sitting on my desk chair facing towards me.
"I don't know. I guess not having you around and a lot as I use too made me freak out I guess." He shrugs.
"But we do hang out, Matt. Every single day."
"I know but it's not the same as before. Not the same as last time or the old times." He speaks, "I don't have you all to myself." He says with a faint whisper.
"But it doesn't have to affect us." I sit cross legged at the foot of the bed now.
"Summi, change affects." He looks into my eyes as I do into his. Beautiful.
"But I don't want the effect to be bad on us." I pout. I really don't.
"I hope so too because I don't want to lose you, beautiful." He gives me a smile but it doesn't reach his eyes.
"It didn't reach." I whisper and drop my gaze to the floor. Sadness courses through me. He is right about the changes. Me having a boyfriend was totally another different thing for me and him both. It was always him having the girls not the other way around.
"What doesn't reach?" He asks with confusion lacing his tone.
"Your smile." My eyes still on the floor.
"Summer, look at me." He speaks. I don't comply.
"Summer," Nothing.
He gets up from his sit and comes to me. He couches to my level and lifts my face with his index finger on my chin.
I swallow back my tears and hold on his gaze this time.
"I meant it. Every word." He caresses my chin.
"I don't want to lose you." He repeats his words again.
"But you won't." I respond strongly.
"Yes, I won't." His eyes sparkle, his pearly whites make an appearance and this time it reached. It reached it fullest.
Then he places a kiss right at the corner of my lips leaving me to wonder what it would feel like to have them locked on mine for just a second.
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And I truly hope I don't 'cause if I do then that's when the sky will come crashing down the the ground and I can't bear the the impact.