This Summer

The Meet

Emily's POV

The moment my alarm goes off, I jump quickly out of bed, excited for the day. It was so hard to fall asleep at night knowing the fact that Mr Osborne has new books ready for me to indulge in excites me beyond comprehension. It probably took me close to three hours before I finally collapsed and allowed sweet sleep and dreams of my new books to take me off to wonderland. Mr Osborne was your typical librarian, sweet, kind, and mature - well, at least to me he was that. Although he's not originally from France, he does speak French very well. He could probably fool you to believe he was from France, if you didn't know him.

I push the covers off my body and run to the bathroom to get ready, grabbing my clothes on the way to change in the bathroom. The library Monsieur Osborne owns is really old-fashioned, so whenever I go to the library I always like to dress up in an old-fashioned way for role-play.

I made my way over to the mirror in the corner of my room to assess my outfit of the day. Today I'm wearing a turtle-neck sleeveless dress with a short denim jacket paired with white converses. I wear my hair in it's natural straight state and apply some lip gloss and mascara.

I walked downstairs and entered the kitchen to see my mother already awake cooking breakfast, my grandmother sitting on her favorite armchair reading the daily newspaper.

"Good morning." I greeted all of them as I leaned to grab an apple from the fruit bowl placed on the kitchen island.

"C'est definitivement un bon matin.(This is definitely a good morning.)."Grandma says with a small smile playing on her lips, eyeing my look for the day.

"I think so too."My mother agrees.

"Good morning, everyone." Mark said as he walked over to me.

"Hey babe." I leaned to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"How was your night, Emily?"

"Absolutely fantastic." I smiled sweetly.

He smiles back, "That's good, babe."

"Aren't you going to stay for breakfast, dear?" My mom asks when she sees me heading straight to the door.

"No, I'll just get something on the way."

"Why not just stay for breakfast at least." Mark frowned and looked down at the floor.

Great, now I feel bad. Way to go Mark.

"Because she's too excited to get to the library." My grandmother answers for me with a cheeky grin plastered on her face.

"Granny! I am not going to the library." I lied. " I'm just going to run some errands."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, dear." My grandmother looked back at her newspaper.

"You're ditching me for the library!" Mark lifted his head to look at me accusingly.

"I should have known you were going to the library." My mom turned to face me also.

Now having the attention of my mother and boyfriend, I turned to look at my grandmother who was the cause of all of this. Seeing her sit peacefully reading her newspaper calmly while all the commotion she caused was now directed at me. Unbelievable.

"What don't look at me like that. Next time let me eat my tarts in peace." She pointed her finger at me, waggling it.

So the real reason she started this was because I didn't let her overdose herself on tarts. Real mature granny, real mature. I really don't get old people, it's like they turn into children again.

I stared at granny in disbelief, "That happened last year's summer."

"And didn't I tell you I would get back at you," She sticks her head up and pouts."You only have yourself to blame."

I'm left speechless by her childishness and I just stare at her open-mouthed.

Sensing that no one was going to speak,my mother began, "Well, anyway just be home early, remember we are having guests."

"Yes, I remember." I rolled my eyes.

"Be safe, alright? Or I could walk you with you there?" Mark offers.

"Do you know the way back?"

His silence is the only answer I need.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. And tomorrow, you'll know everywhere." I promised him.

"Okay fine. But I hope Maria's son won't disturb us."

"Don't you dare talk about him that way. He's a very nice kid." My mother scolded Mark.

"Have you even met him before, mom?"

"Of course I have. Last year in New York, when I came to visit you on spring break."

"Wait, they live in New York?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes. They do."

"Since when? Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I did, you just don't remember because you never listen to me." She replies, shaking her head at me.

"I listen to you way too much. Besides, you say over three hundred words in less than two minutes. It's hard to keep up," I stated.

"Now that's it, get out of this house before I teach you how to listen to your mother." She threatens me and I raise my hands in surrender, quickly grabbing my bag and phone off the chair and running out of the house before the lecture begins.

I walked down the stairs and unlocked my bike from the safety.

"Em, wait, wait!" She whispered-yelled, making me look up at the window to see what the problem was, only to see my grandma waving money at me.

I walked over to the window and collected the money,"What's this for grandma?"

"My tarts. Remember only the strawberry and lemon ones." She says in a whisper, before turning back to see if my has mom heard her."Now hurry and if you tell your mom I'll drink all of your orange juice for a week." She finishes with a threat to my life. Orange juice was my life. Take that away and I'm dead.

"Fine." I sighed, knowing fully well I can't go a day without orange juice.

Walking back over to my bike and climbing onto it, I began my crazy eventful day.