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December 24th - Summer

December 24th 

Summer Twinings

Mom and dad have shipped Christian and I off early this year. The only thing my parents have agreed on since their divorce is shipping us off to some resort every year for a month around Christmas time, just so that they don’t have to deal with us. While at a resort Chris and I meet every morning for breakfast and every night for dinner, it allows us both our freedom yet at the same time the opportunity to ensure we are both still alive and well every twelve hours or so. 

I’ve already gone for my morning workout, showered, changed and still have a half an hour before we are scheduled to meet up for breakfast this morning. Grabbing my sketch book I head down to the outdoor cafe to wait for Chris, I will likely have an hour to myself before he gets here anyways, he’s always late, so inconsiderate! 

I order a tea and start to sketch the waves and the beautiful grayed rocks along the shoreline while I wait. I let myself get lost in my drawing and the music playing through my headphones. I’m vaguely aware of the waiter coming by to drop off my tea, but otherwise I’m completely lost in the art, so much so that I jump out of my seat and bump my tea, spilling some on the table when Chris comes up and hugs me from behind. I take one of my headphones out so he knows I can hear him and give him a glare. 

“Good morning Sunshine! Your drawing is absolutely fabulous, but that rock right there,” he says pointing to the rock I was working on when he snuck up behind me and made me jump. “Looks a bit off in my opinion, but I’m no artist.” It now has a line coming from it that goes across half my page… because that was the intention and wasn’t caused by the heart attack he gave me. 

“Sit down asshole, you owe me a tea for spilling this one all over the table” I reply ignoring his comment about my drawing and roll my eyes at him as he takes his seat across the table from me and I concentrate on fixing the mess he made of my drawing.  

“It didn’t even spill Summer, it’s just a drop, don’t be so dramatic. Besides, you’ve probably been sitting here for so long it’s gone cold by this point anyways.” Chris responds as he waves the waiter over so that we can order our breakfasts and get on with our days. 

“What do you have planned for the day Chris?” I ask as we wait for the waiter to finish up with the elderly couple who keep asking him how everything on the menu is made. Out of the corner of my eye I've seen him glance over here a few times since Chris sat down. He probably feels bad for making us wait, either that or he is just checking me out… both are possible at this point.

“Well the girls fly in later today so I will probably do something with them this afternoon, and I might go for a swim at the beach this morning." As we talk he keeps glancing around us, as if he is looking for someone or something. “You know, the waiter keeps checking you out Mer, you should give him a shot. I bet he knows all the best party and beach spots on the island.” he comments after looking back at me. He's called me Mer since we were kids, when we were younger it was cute but as we got older it became kind of annoying. He is the only one who is allowed to call me that and only when we are getting along. 

“Of course you somehow manage to be at the same resort as your best friends for the holidays.” I roll my eyes at him and use this as an excuse to check out the waiter from across the room. He’s really not a bad looking guy, with his slightly longer brown hair and brown eyes, well defined muscles and a really nice smile. Maybe I will take Chris’ advice and have some fun with this one… I don’t think either of us would complain about that. Anything to get my mind off the guy back home that I can never have.