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.

Cover credit to BoysInBooksAreBetter


8. 7

I look at each of the seven other people sitting at the table. Obviously, there's Alexander and Liam. Beside Liam is a girl named Avalon who seems quite friendly. From what I understand, her and Liam have been flirting a lot this past summer and are basically a couple.

Beside Avalon is a petite red-head whom I know to be Avalon's best friend, Piper. From what I've seen of Piper, she is quite loud and random, the opposite of myself. Beside Piper is a boy who has introduced himself as Max.

"I have a little brother named Max," Alexander states.

Beside Alexander is a couple who has yet to introduce themselves to either of us, as they have paid no attention to anyone but each other since they sat down at the table.

I say hello to everyone once again and introduce myself. As does Alexander.

"So a month, now? I didn't think you dated, Aaryn," Piper comments.

I shrug slightly, "I didn't. Alexander just kind of stuck around long enough," I joke.

He smiles while laughing, "I actually couldn't shake Aaryn Lake off of me."

The table joins in laughter, because everyone knows that the statement is far from the truth.

"Did you guys hear about the accident?" the girl beside Alexander, Abigail, asks the table. "I guess Christian, Nolan, Ireland, and Lily were in a car accident last night. Christian died."

No one really says anything. I'd never personally been friends with Christian, but it's weird to have someone that you know be dead. Abigail speaks again, this time, directed at Max and Liam, "They were at that party that you two were at last night, with your cousin." 

"How did you hear about this?" and "It's probably not even true" and "Who even is Lily?" all come from various people at the table. 

"That's insane," Max says, his head ducked low. "I didn't know him very well but..." 

"It's weird?" I offered, and everyone nodded. No one else really said anything at the lunch table.


Before the school day ended, there was a moment of silence for the young man named Christian Hart. Alexander and I walk to his locker before walking to mine. We wait in line for me to get my keys.

"I like it here," he states. "There are a lot of nice people. But it's mainly because you're here."

I laugh as he wraps his arm around my waist. Finally, it is my turn to grab my keys and return home. Alexander hops in the passenger seat of my car and I tease him for not yet having his license. To which he replies, "I have always enjoyed walking everywhere and do not feel as though I need one," before adding, "And I've failed twice."

I laugh, "You've failed twice?"

He mumbles something about not being a very good driver and asks if I would like to come over to his house. Of course I say yes and hand him my phone to text my parents and inform them.

When we arrive at Alexander's house, Max quickly runs up to his older brother and informs him of how much he missed him. Though Max is still rather uncomfortable with me, he still says hi. Alexander's mom is the most precious person I have ever met and has an after school snack set out for him.

"Sorry about that. She still treats me like a kid sometimes," he explains to me for about the thousandth time.

"It's perfectly fine. I think Mel is a wonderful woman."

As this is said, Mel rushes into the kitchen from the basement holding a basket of laundry. However wonderful she is, it is very easy to see the stress in her facial features. At a mere forty years old, her wrinkles are that of a sixty year old, due to her stress from raising a teenage boy and a nearly handicapped son, and the smoking she does to relieve all of that stress.

She says hello as she scoots through the kitchen and informs Alexander of the snack that he is already aware of. As soon as he's eaten, we go to his room to work on homework from our AP History class.

"I hate taking notes," he grumbles.

"I hate learning about China," I laugh.

"Okay, so I'll talk about China and you can take the notes for both of us!" he exclaims which causes me to laugh more.

"I don't think that's how this works," I state.

Max comes in to the room that they share and holds up his soccer ball to Alexander, "Will you play with me?"

Alexander gets off of the swivel chair he's sitting on and crouches down to Max's height, "How about whenever I'm done doing homework with Aaryn?"

"You're always with her!" Max shouts, tears forming in his eyes, "I hate her!"

Alexander's mouth forms an 'O', "Max! Apologize to her right now," he states. "That was very rude."

Max lifts his foot and stomps it to the ground again, "I hate her so much."


Although I am fully aware of Max's disability, but it still hurts my feelings that he would say he hates me. I cannot think of one person who has ever said that they hated me before.So the words hurt very much.

Max storms out of the room and Alexander apologizes for his brother's rude behavior. And although I say it is completely fine, he can tell that the words hurt my feelings.

His mother comes into his room, "Alexander, honey, I'm sorry, but Max is having a really rough behavior. I think it's time for Aaryn to go home."

I sigh because he has had these so called "behaviors" before around me. But this one was especially bad.

I say goodbye quickly to Alexander and walk out of his bedroom, running straight to my car. I am already three houses away from his when I see Alexander run out onto the road in my rear view mirror. I am four houses away when I hear a loud horn. I am five houses away when I can no longer see him.

I stop the car in the middle of the road and get out, screaming. "Alexander! Alexander!" I run to his side and kneel down. The man who was in the car is already beside him, and begins apologizing to me. I mutter something about how it's not really his fault, because it isn't before telling him to call an ambulance.

Alexander's mother and Max are outside now, and I am crying because he isn't responding to anything. I stare at his lifeless body. His head shakes at the same rhythm of which I shake his body. His eyes are closed and I can hardly hear any breath.

Finally, I hear sirens in the distance. And, for the first time in my life, I begin to pray.

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