A Tea Filled Summer

Alexander Wills taught me a lot. He taught me about love, fitting in, having a social life. He also taught me about heartbreak and sensitivity. He never failed to amaze me with his patience, and his stunning features. He's someone you would swear could only exist in a movie. No one else can endlessly talk about serious debatable matters and have no one offended when he was done talking. No one else could ever love me as much, and I promise you, Alexander, they won't.

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I am awoken by my mother the morning after Michael leaves.

"Sweetheart, would you like to go shopping today? Your father and I would like to take you to get new summer clothing," she says softly, her words flowing like a calm river.

I smile and nod, unable to speak just yet. I moan as I stretch and she laughs at me. "Be ready in an hour. And then we'll leave."

I lay in bed for just a few more minutes, and make a mental note to stop at the pharmacy to see when I work this week.

I quickly use the bathroom and proceed to brush my hair.

Before rushing out of my room, I stop to glance myself over in the mirror. My shorts have rips in them, which kind of make me uncomfortable. Really, I should get some without rips today. My tank has a flow feel to it, and the shades of pink and red in it make my skin look less ghost like by adding a sense of color. I pull my hair up and let it back down, deciding that the natural curls look good today. I stop appreciating myself and run downstairs to the living room, where my parents are seated, waiting for me.

"Are you ready, honey?" my dad asks, standing up and offering a hand to my mother.

"Of course! I can't wait to get stuff," I laugh. "Would you mind if we stopped at my work, so I could get my schedule for the week?"

"I don't see why it would cause a problem," my mother shrugs, looking to my father who nods in agreement.

We are in the car in no time, on our way to the mall. There, my parents bought everything I tried on and anything else they felt like adding to the pile.

After we shop, we stop at this little Italian restaurant that my parents just absolutely love. 

My father attempts to make conversation before our meal come, "Now that Michael has left, what will you do for the summer, Aaryn?"

I shrug before answering, "Homework. Read. Tan." Although, my mind has wandered toward Alexander Willis. I have a feeling I will be seeing him a good bit this summer.

My plate of angel hair spaghetti arrives and I bow my head while my mother says grace. As soon as she is done, I stick my fork into the food, twirl and eat up.

The rest of lunch is silent.

 

I have my parents drop me off at the pharmacy in town and tell them that I will walk home, as it is an exceptionally beautiful day out. Though, when I open the door, I see an all too familiar face standing there.

"Aaryn, you look ravishing today!" Alexander states loudly as Harold, the pharmacist and owner, smiles at me.

"Hello, Aaryn. I presume you're here for your check?"

I laugh, as I've completely forgotten that today was Friday. "I actually came to check on what my schedule is this week. But, I would much enjoy the paycheck as well."

Harold smiles at me, "Well, since we've lost Erica, I've decided to hire this boy." He looks to Alexander and then back to me, "It seems as though you know him already?"

"Yes, sir," I reply, "I do."

"Good. I will need you both here Monday through Friday, with the exception of Thursday next week." He turns to face Alexander, "You will be trained by Aaryn."

Alexander looks at me and smiles the widest of smiles, "Perfect."

 

As I exit the store, Alexander jogs to catch up to me. "I didn't know you work there," he says. "Though, I'm very glad you do."

I laugh, "And I guess you could say I'm glad you are as well."

Soon enough, we are at his house. Though, Alexander continues to walk, even though I have stopped.

"Did you decide that going home wasn't on your agenda today?" I tease.

He graciously turns around and walks toward me. He stands so close that I swear he can smell the cherry lip gloss that hardly is on my lips from earlier. My breath nearly stops, until he takes a step back.

"May I walk you home?" he asks as he reaches his hand out.

I accept, of course, replying with, "Absolutely."

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