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 hop on Alexander's back as we are walking home from work that morning. He wobbles a little out of fright and we both laugh hysterically. "Today was our last morning shift until next summer," he says, kind of sadly.

I laugh, "Yeah, I know. I love working in the summers way more than I like working during the school year. Like, we can only work the three hour shift. It's so sad!"

"Do you know what else is sad?" he asks.

"Hmm?" I hum as I kiss his cheek.

"We go back to school tomorrow. I won't be able to spend my entire day with you," he whines.

I laugh slightly, as I hop off of his back, "Alexander, we've already seen our schedules. We have one lone period apart from each other. I think you can survive. Besides, that's your fault for taking French instead of Spanish. Which, as I've mentioned before, is much cooler of a language. And more useful."

He starts to mock me as he tickles me. "Alexander!" I squeal, all the while laughing.

"Let's grab a tea before we head home?"

I nod, as I take hold of his hand, "Of course."

 

The morning after, I wake to my noisy alarm clock's annoying beep. I sigh as I roll over, desperate for just fifteen more minutes of sleep. Quickly, however, I convince myself to get out of bed. I quickly use the bathroom and begin to brush my teeth.

Before leaving the house, I look at myself once more. My dress is still summery, but has been made school appropriate by throwing a cardigan over-top of it.My make-up is done slightly, exactly how I know that Alexander likes it best.

I grab my backpack, which contains all of the work I will be needing to turn in today. I shove my phone into the side pocket, after reading and replying to Alexander's "good morning" message. I grab my keys off of the counter and run to my car, bracing myself for the first day of junior year.

Because Alexander does not have a car, and hates to take the bus, we previously agreed that I would drive him to school, since I already drive myself there. The drive to his house is short, and on the way to the school. I wait patiently outside for him. He steps outside, turning to close the door behind him and my heart stops. Sometimes, when I'm not with him, I forget how truly beautiful he is. Today, he wears a pair of dark jeans that fit him oh-so perfectly. He wears a thin long-sleeved shirt and his leather jacket over-top of it. I smile as he waves. He runs around the front of my car to the passenger side and hops in, giving me a kiss on the cheek as he does so.

I pull out of the driveway while he is buckling his seat belt. "Good morning, Aaryn Lake. You look as beautiful as ever!" 

"Thank you, Alexander. I think you look quite amazing as well."

 

We arrive at Buchanan High, named after the only President to come from Pennsylvania, and I show Alexander around as best as I can in the short fifteen minutes we have before the first bell rings for homeroom. Aside from our foreign language class, homeroom is the only time we don't get to spend together. Luckily, it's a short twenty minutes, compared to the 42 minute long periods we have throughout the rest of the day. Mr. Williams, our homeroom teacher, calls me over to his desk. "Aaryn, you know Christian, your class president?" I nodded, of course I knew Christian. Our school is hardly a large one, and he is the class president. He's always hanging around the class clown of our grade, Nolan Johns, and his little sister, Ireland. "Well, apparently, he was in an accident last night. He was supposed to show Mr. Willis to his classes, but I was wondering if you would be able to do that, since he is not able to. Miss Jones in the guidance office says that you two have almost identical schedules."

The day goes by as typical first days do. We read from the handbook, the teachers make us introduce ourselves and talk about our favorite things. At lunch, Alexander asks who we will sit with, since he doesn't really know anyone else here, and has spent his entire day talking to me. To which I respond that I was not, in fact, lying when I said that I had no friends and that I always sat by myself before.

"We have to change that!" he exclaims, as we stand in line to get our food. "There's a boy who was in my homeroom, he offered for me to sit with him, so we'll join him."

I sigh, "Alexander, I really just don't-"

"Ah, ah, ah." he laughs, "I would like for us to make friends."

 

When Alexander finally finds the boy who has invited him to sit with them, I am shocked to find that it's Liam Jones, a boy who has consistently insisted that I go on a date with him.

"Well, well," he says as Alexander and I take take a seat across from him at the long, rectangular table, "Aaryn Lake has become friends with the new boy!"

At this, everyone at the table glances up and waves to me, smiling as they do so. I wave at them all, smiling back.

I guess this is the start to making friends, I think as Alexander proudly puts his arm around me and announces that we've been dating for nearly a month now.

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