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Jan 22, 2013 20:55:28 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2013 20:55:28 GMT -5
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"Are you ready, June Bug?" Peyton asked. She stood in the doorway while June put a pin in her hair.
Summertime had struck quickly, and before she could take in the New Zealand landscape, Juniper found herself in Chantilly. She used to wonder why her cousins never came to visit her, but she knew that plane tickets weren't cheap and that staying on base with her was no fun.
"What time is it?" Juniper asked her, turning from the mirror to face the girl in the doorway. Peyton was the gorgeous blond, blue-eyed picture of an American girl. June used to envy her dutifully; Peyton was one to look up to, first established by the fact that she was a month and a half older than her younger cousin. Peyton also had the cool factor. The boys in her grade had crushes on her and she was always able to make the best of every situation. In fact, the group of friends she spent time with was having a bonfire to celebrate another summer night.
The Virginia Beach was close enough to Chantilly for a four-day vacation, and June had the opportunity to tag along. She was visiting from rather far away, so she had no choice but to go where her cousin's family took her. Her father's brother enjoyed taking them out to the nicer parts of Virginia, including the capital. Both of June's brothers weer also in town to visit their distant family, but Jeremy and Jordan were spending time with Hayden and his best friend, Neal. Another boy from their football team had decided to tag along, making the vacation more of an exodus for a few families that resided in the small town. They wanted to get away and relax at the beach, though Virginia Beach wasn't all too soothing, especially now that there were rumored shark attacks. June was fearless, though, at the age of fourteen.
She was fearless until it came down to Neal Prescott. He had been her crush since they met when she was seven, which was the age when he handed her a cookie during a lunch break. That was back when the group of kids had attempted to erect a lemonade stand that would give them enough money to collectively purchase a video game from the store. Of course, those immature days were behind them, but the affections she felt for him were still strong. In fact, they had grown with age.
Before they made it down to the beach, Peyton led June to Tiffany's room and made sure she was ready. The three of them discussed their excitement for the night as they walked down. They were hanging out with older boys; the excitement was undeniable. June had her own suspicions that their little friend had her own intentions with Hayden, June's cousin, but she said nothing. She knew how other girls were; she had learned from a young age not to try to make people trust her. Cheerleaders were never nice, so other girls were probably no better.
When they approached the flame, June spotted an empty seat beside Neal on the log he was situated on. She snagged the opportunity and scooted up beside him bravely. "Hi," she said simply. He nodded politely at her and finished his conversation with that guy from their football team. "What's your name again?" June asked the nameless guest, turning her head to the side. "It's Andrew," he replied, looking confused. June knew that she had carried on multiple conversations with him, but she had her sights on one person.
After an hour of talking and singing campfire songs, the group began to disperse as some of the boys dared each other to jump into the cold ocean. Some of the other girls began whispering to each other as girls did; cliques formed and other groups of kids their age joined them, making the bonfire event a party. Finally, June felt someone take her hand. "Let's go on an adventure!" Neal exclaimed, and June said nothing as she followed his lead.
The sixteen-year-old broke into a sprint and she followed. "Where are you going?" June asked him, sucking in a breath of air. "I found a jellyfish!" he exclaimed. She laughed aloud. Boys.
June considered the darkness and its danger before it happened: Neal stepped on it. "YUCK!" he cried, falling to the floor dramatically. She had heard about his passion for acting. She got down beside him. "Are you okay?" she asked, playing along and grinning all the while. "Shit," he mumbled, picking himself up. He fell back down, his head falling onto the sand before he looked up at her in the darkness. "That was the jellyfish. It was pretty cool," he told her as he turned his head and looked at the shape.
She looked down at him, unable to take her eyes off of him to look at the squishy mass beside them. It was much less attractive than the football player who had just tripped. "I'm sure it's exciting to some males," she teased. She turned her head and stared at him until his eyes met hers and gazed back.
He reached out to grab her hand as he lay there.
June could hear her heart beating quickly. She had never kissed a boy before, and it felt like this was it. And she wanted this.
Instead of pulling her forward, he simply rested his hand on the wrist that she had supporting her. She was on her knees with both hands holding her to the sand as she leaned in just a bit.
"You're really pretty, June," he whispered before pulling her face into his.
It was their last summer together.
[/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table]Summertime had struck quickly, and before she could take in the New Zealand landscape, Juniper found herself in Chantilly. She used to wonder why her cousins never came to visit her, but she knew that plane tickets weren't cheap and that staying on base with her was no fun.
"What time is it?" Juniper asked her, turning from the mirror to face the girl in the doorway. Peyton was the gorgeous blond, blue-eyed picture of an American girl. June used to envy her dutifully; Peyton was one to look up to, first established by the fact that she was a month and a half older than her younger cousin. Peyton also had the cool factor. The boys in her grade had crushes on her and she was always able to make the best of every situation. In fact, the group of friends she spent time with was having a bonfire to celebrate another summer night.
The Virginia Beach was close enough to Chantilly for a four-day vacation, and June had the opportunity to tag along. She was visiting from rather far away, so she had no choice but to go where her cousin's family took her. Her father's brother enjoyed taking them out to the nicer parts of Virginia, including the capital. Both of June's brothers weer also in town to visit their distant family, but Jeremy and Jordan were spending time with Hayden and his best friend, Neal. Another boy from their football team had decided to tag along, making the vacation more of an exodus for a few families that resided in the small town. They wanted to get away and relax at the beach, though Virginia Beach wasn't all too soothing, especially now that there were rumored shark attacks. June was fearless, though, at the age of fourteen.
She was fearless until it came down to Neal Prescott. He had been her crush since they met when she was seven, which was the age when he handed her a cookie during a lunch break. That was back when the group of kids had attempted to erect a lemonade stand that would give them enough money to collectively purchase a video game from the store. Of course, those immature days were behind them, but the affections she felt for him were still strong. In fact, they had grown with age.
Before they made it down to the beach, Peyton led June to Tiffany's room and made sure she was ready. The three of them discussed their excitement for the night as they walked down. They were hanging out with older boys; the excitement was undeniable. June had her own suspicions that their little friend had her own intentions with Hayden, June's cousin, but she said nothing. She knew how other girls were; she had learned from a young age not to try to make people trust her. Cheerleaders were never nice, so other girls were probably no better.
When they approached the flame, June spotted an empty seat beside Neal on the log he was situated on. She snagged the opportunity and scooted up beside him bravely. "Hi," she said simply. He nodded politely at her and finished his conversation with that guy from their football team. "What's your name again?" June asked the nameless guest, turning her head to the side. "It's Andrew," he replied, looking confused. June knew that she had carried on multiple conversations with him, but she had her sights on one person.
After an hour of talking and singing campfire songs, the group began to disperse as some of the boys dared each other to jump into the cold ocean. Some of the other girls began whispering to each other as girls did; cliques formed and other groups of kids their age joined them, making the bonfire event a party. Finally, June felt someone take her hand. "Let's go on an adventure!" Neal exclaimed, and June said nothing as she followed his lead.
The sixteen-year-old broke into a sprint and she followed. "Where are you going?" June asked him, sucking in a breath of air. "I found a jellyfish!" he exclaimed. She laughed aloud. Boys.
June considered the darkness and its danger before it happened: Neal stepped on it. "YUCK!" he cried, falling to the floor dramatically. She had heard about his passion for acting. She got down beside him. "Are you okay?" she asked, playing along and grinning all the while. "Shit," he mumbled, picking himself up. He fell back down, his head falling onto the sand before he looked up at her in the darkness. "That was the jellyfish. It was pretty cool," he told her as he turned his head and looked at the shape.
She looked down at him, unable to take her eyes off of him to look at the squishy mass beside them. It was much less attractive than the football player who had just tripped. "I'm sure it's exciting to some males," she teased. She turned her head and stared at him until his eyes met hers and gazed back.
He reached out to grab her hand as he lay there.
June could hear her heart beating quickly. She had never kissed a boy before, and it felt like this was it. And she wanted this.
Instead of pulling her forward, he simply rested his hand on the wrist that she had supporting her. She was on her knees with both hands holding her to the sand as she leaned in just a bit.
"You're really pretty, June," he whispered before pulling her face into his.
It was their last summer together.
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