Summer Island

This is a story about a girl named Megan spending the summer with her older sister. There, she meets Tyler.

I wrote this story a while ago, so it may not be the best written and story wise.
Please, comment on how you think it is.


6. Chapter Six

Chapter 6

“Stop obsessing over this! He won’t care what your wearing!” Abby said to me as I freaked out that the shirt didn’t go with the jeans.

          Tyler had called Elliot, without my knowing, and tell him he was taking me on a date tonight. Elliot told him to have me back by 10, or else he’d do something that he didn’t want to do.

          “But I do! You’d go to show up on a date with sweat pants, flip flops and a long sleeve shirt?” I groaned. I was obsessing to much. I took a quick breath and sat back up.

          “You’re right. It doesn’t matter.” I said, and shook myself.

          “Good. Now, let’s do the finished touches because your date will be arriving in ten minutes.” Abby put a hand on my shoulder, and directed me to the bathroom.


There was a knock at the door and Abby and I both jumped out of our seats and ran.  Abby got there first.

          “Hello Tyler.” She said.

          “Hey, Abs. Megan?” He asked, trying to peak around the door.

          “She might be here, she might. What’s the magic word.” She teased.

          “Oh, come on, Abby stop it.” I said and came around the door and saw him in a dress shirt and dark jeans. His eyes popped against the colour of his gray shirt. I smiled as he checked me over. “You’ll do,” He said, grinning.

          He held out his hand, and I took it. “I’ll be back soon.” I said and started to get pulled away from her, but she grabbed me, “Give me a full report tomorrow.” She whispered. I nodded and then let Tyler take away to his car.


“So, what do you have planned?” I asked him.

          “It’ll ruin the surprise,” He said, taking my hand.

          “Please,” I tried to give him the puppy dogs eyes, but he laughed.


          I sighed, and sank deeper into my seat. Tyler laughed again and ran a hand through his naturally messy hair. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.”

          “Am not,” I tried to say in a straight voice but I couldn’t help by smile and blush a tiny bit.

          After about ten minutes or the radio playing softly in the background, we pulled up to a little building. The Steak World. “They have the best burgers here,” Tyler said as he opened my door for me.

          “Awe, it’s so cute!” I replied, looking at how it looked so much like a log house.

          Tyler took my hand and we walked up the steps. “But, it’s supposed to be manly, not cute.” He kissed my cheek.

          “Stratch that. You’re cute.” I said and nudged him.

          He raised an eyebrow. “I am? I thought I was supposed to be manly too. I want to be manly.”

          “Nope, to be all your going to be is cute.” I grinned and opened the door.

          He put on a fake serious face, “Now, you’ve distracted me. I was supposed to open the door for you. Stop distracting me.”

          I stood in front of him, looking into his gorgeous pale green eyes, “Am I distracting now?”

          “Yes. You’re eyes are such a gorgeous colour, I could just stare into them all day.” He leaned closed and so did I. Just when we were inches apart, I ducked and grinned.

          “Now, you’re just mean.” He said, and opened the door for me this time. I looked at him, and I knew he was joking. He stopped at the hostess.

          “Erickson. 2.” He said. The girl looked at her sheet, and nodded at him. “Right this way,” she said, directing us to our table.

          “You reserved our table?” I asked him.

          “Yeah, my dad always told to reserve a table so you could look smart.”

          “Oh, well maybe I should go out with him,” I teased.

          Tyler laughed, and squeezed my hand, “Unless you want a mid-forty year old man with a beard.”        

          I giggled. The hostess stopped at a table and put the menu down. “Your server will be right with you.” She said, and walked back her to podium.

          I took the menu and scanned through it. “Decided what you want?” Tyler asked.

          I nodded and point to the cheeseburger. He grinned. “Good choice.”

          The waitress walked up to our table, “I’m Audrey, and I’ll be your server for this evening. Do you need some drinks?” She takes out a pad of paper.

          “I’d just like a water.” I said. She wrote it down, then looked at Tyler. “Coke,” he said. She wrote that down.

          “Are you ready to order?”

          We nod and give her a our orders, and she collects the menus, and walks away.

          Tyler and I were silent for a few seconds. “So, tell me about your life.” Tyler says, grinning.

          I take a deep breath, “Well. . . there’s nothing really to say. I’ve lived in California my whole life. I’m going to collage next year.” I shrugged. “Nothing really exciting.”

          He laughed. I look at him telling him to tell me some stuff.

          He breaths, and grins, “Well, I’ve lived on this island my whole life, and I have an older sister.”

          Just then the waitress comes back, but looks at Tyler. I can’t see the look she’s giving him, but he stands up, “One second, Meg.” Then walks to the back with the waitress.

          A few minutes later, he comes back and sits down. “Sorry about that.” He said and drank a sip of his Coke.

          “What did she want?” I ask, curiously.

          “That was my sister.” He blushes.

          “Really? She didn’t look like you.” I smile at him.

    “She has more of Dad’s features, I guess.”

    I smile. “Well, then let’s get this date started.” I said.


The date went well. Tyler told me about his adventures with Aiden on the island. He told me about his crazy Aunt Lena and how she danced on a table at Thanksgiving two years ago. I told him about my Grandma how she was always the life of the party.    

    But, when the bill came, I took it so fast that it probably didn’t even comprehend on his face until a second later when he went to reach for it. “What are you doing with that?” he asks, trying to get it out my hands.

    “Grabby, grabby, aren’t we?” I smiled, and then called back the waitress. “I’m paying.” I said, taking out my wallet.

    He was still trying to take the receipt out of my hand. “Isn’t the guy supposed to pay? Isn’t that the girl’s number one rule?”

    I shook my head, “I’m not like most girls.”

    He thought about that for a second, then his pale green eyes locked with mine. “No, I guess you’re not.


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