Our Love, Our Friendship, Our Summer

Five friends spend the summer of their lives on Gibson Island. Little did they know that this summer would be filled with drama and romance. Read this story to find out more.

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4. Chapter 3

Toby's P.O.V.

After walking home from Emma's, I find Darcy waiting for me in her room. 

"Morning Princess," I say.

She runs over and gives me a hug. God she is so adorable.

"Are you hungry?" I ask, picking her up and taking her downstairs. She giggles and nods.

I sit her down in front of the T.V. and turn on Sofia the First which is her favorite show.

Then I go into the kitchen and begin making her breakfast.

As I give Darcy her breakfast, yogurt with a side of fruit and some juice, my phone buzzes.

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Ryder: GUYS GUESS WHAT?!?!?!

Me: What?

Ryder: My dad is letting me use the boat!

Charlotte: That's awesome! :D

Emma: Are you sure you got permission to use it or are you just lying so we'll participate in one of your devious schemes??? 

Ryder: goodness emily we've been friends for how many years now and u still don't trust me!?

Emma: no. 

Me: Hahahahaha! 

Ryder: shut up. My dad did give me permission and i thought we could all spend the night out on the lake and then we could have a sleepover on the boat! how epic does that sound!?

Me: When did you become a genius?! I'm in!

Sebastian: I know your dad is one of the people who are in charge of the dock and all, but aren't you not allowed to be out on a boat alone, much less spending the night on a boat, without someone who is at least 18 or older. I know most of us are pretty mature but none of us are technically 18. If one of us gets hurt, we could get in a ton of trouble.

Ryder: chill sebastian. it took weeks to convince my dad and a 3 hour lecture for him to let me use that boat and for us to have a camp out on it too! we'll be find and my dad will be checking in on us every hour. he obviously trust me but he wanted to make sure ur goin..

Sebastian: Fine, I'm in.

Emma: Ryder, you know your dad wants Sebastian is going because.....nevermind

Charlotte: Ohhhh I get it now..

Ryder: What?!?

Me: *sigh* I hate to break it to you man, but your dad doesn't really trust you with that boat. He knows that if Sebastian comes with us, he'll keep us out of trouble because he has to be so damn mature and responsible and like every single adult thinks our generation should be more like him and blablabla. Plus, Sebastian is the oldest and could easily pass as 18 and acts like he is an 68 year-old wise man on a regular day. 

Sebastian: *blushes* Awww I'm so flattered ;)

Ryder: lol ikr. i honestly don't give a shit I just want to use that boat. char, Emma, you in?

Emma: You took that pretty well... I'm in :D my parents told me as long as we keep out of trouble and that your parents will check up on us, they don't have a problem with me going.

Ryder: that is because i am a care free kind of guy ;)

Charlotte: I got permission! I'm in!!! :)

Ryder: YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!! i can not wait! Btw Emma, could you bring some food. ur the only one i trust to make something decent for us to eat..

Emma: You got it ;)

Ryder: Thanks girl! :D

Me: Alright, see you guys later. Princess Darcy awaits me, for I must play with her.

Emma: Awwwww, so cute. See you later, Toby! :)

Sebastian: Okay, have fun! Tell Darcy I said hellooo. :P

Charlotte: Aw, see you later! 

Ryder: make sure to ask your parents!

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Charlotte's P.O.V.

Clothes, sleeping bag, pajamas, phone, makeup, lipstick...

I check off all of the things and throw them in my bag for tonight.

Crap! It's already 4:55! I have to be at the dock in 5 minutes!

I throw the rest of the things into my over night bag and then run downstairs.

"Mom! Dad! I'm going! See you tomorrow!"

After they yell a response, I grab my over night bag and start heading over to the dock. I begin walking as fast as I can, I hate being late! Maybe heels weren't the best choice.

As I'm walking, I trip over a rock or something and land on my knee. My overnight bag flies off my shoulder and its contents spill out all over the street. 

I scream in frustration and pain. You have got to be kidding me? 

I wince at the sight of my knee, which is badly cut and bleeding. Ewww... why me???

Before I can get up, a car pulls over from and a boy with caramel colored hair and brown eyes gets out. 

"Are you okay?" He asks, running over to help me up. 

"I'm okay, thank you. Just cut my knee."

The boy helps me over to a bench before saying, 

"Ooooh that looks pretty bad. Hold on a sec."

He runs out into the middle of the street and gathers up my belongings, placing them back into the bag. Then he runs back to his car and returns with a First Aid Kit. 

"Here let me take a look at that for you."

I hold out my bloody knee for him and he begins cleaning up the wound. I hear a song from S.M.A.S.H. playing from an Ipod in his pocket. 

"S.M.A.S.H. lover?" I ask with a smile. 

He laughs. "Yes, I love S.M.A.S.H.! It's like my favorite T.V. show of all time. Broadway plus Marilyn Monroe equals perfection."

Oooooh so he's cute, nice, and likes Broadway. 

"Right?! I love S.M.A.S.H. too!  Anything Broadway related is like my favorite."

"Wait," he says, "you like Broadway too?"

"YES?! Finally, someone who loves Broadway and theater around here!" 

He laughs as he finishes bandaging my knee.

"There you go. It's nice to finally meet a fellow Broadway lover. Where were you headed to before you tripped and all?" He asks.

"Oh, I was just headed to the dock to meet my friends."

"I can walk you the rest of the way."

"Are you sure? I can walk the rest of the way..."

"No I insist. Just in case you decide to trip and have the contents of your bag go flying out into the street again."

I laugh and we begin making our way to the dock.

We talk about Broadway and he tells me his favorite musicals and we obsess of Wicked BECAUSE OH MY GOD HE LIKES WICKED! 

He's really cute and nice and funny and UGHHH HE IS PERFECT!

When we reach the dock he stops and smiles.

"Could I have your number? It's not every day you find someone who loves Wicked and S.M.A.S.H. and when you do, you can't just bandage their bloody knee up and not ask for their number."

I laugh, and give him my number. "I'm Charlotte, by the way."

"Charlotte, that's a pretty name. It was a pleasure to meet you Charlotte. I'm Blake."

I blush and smile. "It was a pleasure meeting you too. Well I'd better get going. My friends are probably wondering what the heck happened to me. Thank you for helping me, Blake. I really appreciate it."

Blake smiles, "Of course. I'll give you a call. See ya!"

I wave goodbye before turning around and skipping to the boat, smiling.

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Emily's P.O.V.

"I hope Char is okay. She's probably running late as usual," I say to Toby.

"Char should be here soon. You know her, she has to be fashionable late or whatever. Anyways, I'm really excited. Tonight is going to be a lot of fun," He replies, grinning

"Yeah..." I reply.

"I'm here lovely friends!" Charlotte screams as she climbs into Ryder's dad's boat. 

"YEAH! WOOHOO! TIME TO GET OUT ON THE WATER!" Ryder yells and the boat begins moving out on the water.

"Oh god, I better help him," Sebastian says, running in to help Ryder steer or whatever.

I take a deep breath. Everything will be okay. Tonight will be a lot of fun like Toby said. No need to panic. It's just a boat..

I follow Charlotte below deck.

Below deck consists of a very tiny bathroom, a big open room, and another tinier little room. 

Since Ryder's dad had just recently just bought the boat, there isn't any furniture which is why we are all going to be sleeping in sleeping bags on the floor. 

I look over at Charlotte who is unpacking her over night bag. She looks a bit giddy.

"What's up with you? And oh my gosh what happen to your knee?!" I ask.

She bites her lip and smiles. 

"It's a long story. I was basically running late as usual, and I was walking very quickly in a cute, new pair of heels I bought the other day. Then, I... well I tripped over a rock and scraped my knee. My bag flew out of my hand and I had forgotten to zipper it because I was in a hurry so everything fell out in the middle of the street. Your probably thinking this is a huge disaster, and it was. But it was all worth it because a extremely cute guy with brown, caramel hair and dreamy eyes pulled over and helped me up. He picked up all of the things that had fallen out of my bag and bandaged up my knee for me. We got to talking and his name is Blake and he likes film and acting and Broadway just like I do. Then he walked me to the dock and asked for my number and I gave it to him!" Charlotte answers, giggling. 

I laugh.

"Looks like someone has a new crush. Haven't had one of those since Ethan dumped you," I say.

She shudders at the mention of Ethan, her ex-boyfriend's name.

"Dark days Emma. Let's not talk about that. Blake is just really nice and sweet and we have sooo much in common. And I can't say I have a crush on him...yet. I literally just met him 20 minutes ago. But let's just say he made a killer good impression, and that his face is extremely good looking," Charlotte responds.

"Oh Char," I say, smiling. 

I look up and see Toby coming downstairs.

"Hello ladies! You guys want to go swimming?!" Toby asks.

"Sure! Just give me a second to change," I reply.

"But the water is way to cold and the it'll mess up my make up," Char answers.

Toby rolls his eyes. "Char, you are such a drama queen. Meet you above deck Emma!" He says, grabbing his bathing suit and running into the other room. 

I grab my bathing suit and run into the bathroom to change.

I pull my hair up in a bun, throw my bathing suit on, and race upstairs.

"Haha! I beat you!" Toby exclaims.

"Yeah, well that's because your bathing suit is only one piece!" I reply.

He laughs.

I try not to show how much I admire his body. Like, damn, when did my best friend get fit?

Best friend.... just best friend. 

"What are you guys doing? You can't go swimming while we are still moving," Sebastian says, snapping me out of my trance.

I roll my eyes.

"Chill grandpa. We're moving a mile and hour, I can swim faster," I say before jumping into the water.

The cold lake water feels nice. 

I swim to the surface.

"YEAH EMMA! WOOHOO! YOLO!" Toby screams before jumping into the water with me.

I laugh. Charlotte appears next to Sebastian who looks a little pissed off.

"You guys are crazy!" She yells down to us.

"I told them to wait!" Sebastian replies in protest.

"You need to relax Sebastian! Loosen up a bit and have fun for once! It's summer vacation! Why don't you join them?!" Char screams, pushing him off the edge of the boat and into the water.

Toby and I laugh like mad men as Sebastian surfaces, looking shocked.

He gives Charlotte the finger and she laughs in return.

Sebastian tries to act furious but finally gives up and starts to laugh. 

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The evening was amazing.

We found a place to dock the boat not too far from the dock and had so much fun talking and swimming. Except for Char who insisted that the water would ruin her hair and what not. 

We all just finished eating the dinner that I had packed for us.

"Oh my gosh the setting sun looks soooo pretty!" I exclaim, running to get my camera.

I begin snapping some photos.

"I love this place," Charlotte says.

"What, the island?" Ryder asks.

"No, Ryder, I meant Minnesota! Of course I mean the island!"

Toby chuckles. "I do, too. We should do this kind of thing more often."

We all sit in silence, enjoying each other's company as the sun kisses the water's surface.

After a while, we all head below deck to get ready for bed. It's not too late but we are all tired. 

When we are all tucked up in our sleeping bag, Sebastian says,

"Wait, before I fall asleep. All of you promise that there will be no stupid pranks pulled throughout the night." 

"Agreed," Charlotte replies.

"Sounds good to me," I promise.

"Fine, I don't feel like waking up with a sharpie mustache on my face," Toby agrees.

"Ryder? I swear to god...." Sebastian mutters.

"Alright, I promise," Ryder says, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"I don't feel like arguing but, Ryder, I fucking swear if you try and pull some stupid ass prank on me I will throw you overboard and sail off without you," Sebastian says.

"Okay. Goodness Sebastian, has anyone told you that you are zero fun?" Ryder asks.

"Besides you? And I'm not "zero fun" I'm just responsible. Plus, you always pull pranks on me. If you must prank someone, how about Emma? You haven't pranked her for a while.." Sebastian replies.

"Ryder, I'm warning you right now that if you try to prank me in the middle of the night you will lose a finger. Have I made myself clear?" I ask.

"Okay, alright. A good prankster always knows when to strike. You're next Emma..." Ryder replies.

I throw one of my shoes at him and he laughs. 

"Alright, would you guys shut up?! I'm trying to sleep here," Char says, exasperated.

"Our apologies Princess," Ryder says, sarcastically.

The others begin to quiet down and drift to sleep but I toss and turn in my sleeping bag, unable to get to sleep.

I don't feel too good . My stomach is churning inside and I feel sick.

I walk above deck to get some fresh air, trying to ease my stomach pains. You are not going to puke, Emma. You are not going to puke.

"Hey, you okay?" A voice says, scaring the crap out of me.

I turn around and find Toby standing behind me in a T-shirt and sweatpants.

"Oh, yeah I'm okay. Just came up here to get some fresh air," I reply.

Suddenly my stomach lurches and I throw up, thankfully managing to get it overboard.

Toby holds my hair out of my face as I vomit whatever was left in my stomach.

"Yep, you are definitely okay," He says sarcastically. "But, seriously, are you alright Emma?"

"I'm fine. Must have been something I ate earlier. I feel better now," I reply.

"You want me to go wake Ryder so we can bring you back to shore? I can walk you home."

"No, no, I'll be fine. Plus Ryder will be pissed as hell if we wake him up in the middle of the night. Why don't you go back to sleep? I'm just going to stay up here and draw for a bit just in case I decide to vomit again. I can't really sleep anyways," I say.

"I can't really sleep either. Would you mind if I stay up here with you?" He asks, shyly.

"Of course," I reply with a smile.

I grab my sketch book and sit at the tip of the boat, looking out over the water.

It's a clear night and the moon and thousands of stars shine down from the sky.

I begin drawing the beautiful and never ending sky and am well aware when Toby plops down next to me and starts strumming his guitar. I look over at him as he starts to hum a little tune.

His voice is so amazing and his hair with those adorable curls and those eyes. God don't even get me started on those big brown eyes.

Toby and I have been best friends practically since we've been born. We were best friends, just best friends, and I never really thought of him as more than that. 

The last 6 months have been different. I started seeing him differently, as more then just a close friend.

I began just missing his smile, his laugh, his voice whenever he wasn't with me. At first I didn't understand what I was starting to feel toward him. It didn't and still doesn't completely make sense to me.

Even now I try to stomp down the feeling. I can't tell if I'm confused or embarrassed but....

I guess you could say that I have a pretty bad crush on Toby Blanchard.

I look up at him and he looks back at me, and we just stare at each other.

It's not awkward at all. Maybe it is. I don't know. All I can think about are those beautiful brown eyes staring down at me.

Right here, right now, the last little part of me that insists that we can only be friends melts away.

It feels like a giant weight has been lifted off my chest. I can't keep pretending that I just want to be his friend. My feelings may still be a little confused but one thing is crystal clear. 

I want him more then anything.

The sane part of my brain must be broken because I scoot over next to him and lean my head on his shoulder. I just could not resist. I physically could not.

His body goes rigid and I start to panic but then he relaxes.

I exhale and continue drawing.

We don't say a word.

He plays the guitar and I sketch and it's perfect. It is like his shoulder was meant for my head as cliché as that sounds.

Everything feels different, but in a good way.

I close my eyes and let the butterflies in my chest fly free. 

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