Every Summer Has A Story

After wandering in the corridors,I found my parents room and knocked on the door.It opened after a moment,revealing my dad."Hey dad,hey mom,how was your walk?"I asked as I walked in their room looking around taking in my surroundings.The room was pretty luxurious like mine."It was great honey,you should have come" my mom said,sounding disappointed.See? That's another reason I'm looking forward to college.Whenever I didn't do what my parents wanted and liked,they would get this disapproving look on their faces until I felt bad about it.


"Oh mom,come on,I'll come with you tomorrow,I told ya,I was too tired" I sighed while covering my face with my hands.I sat down on the bed,next to my dad.My dad nodded."So what did you do while we were away?" He asked.I bit my lip in thought.Maybe 'I was looking for a lighter and I ended up in a hot stranger's room,I lied a bout my age to him and he kind of kissed me'? Nope.Not a good idea."Uh,you know,I slept,I walked around the hotel,and then you called.So,not much." I muttered while looking at my hands."uh,and another thing..while I was walking around, I forgot my keys in my room and now I'm locked out of it." My parents groaned and looked at each other."Frank,you have to be more careful and take more care of your things!Youre going to college in a few months,get it through your skull!" My dad spoke again.


I rolled my eyes and got up from the bed.I was not in the mood of fighting with my parents,especially on the first day of our vacation."Fine,I'll go get the keys on my own." I sighed as I walked out of the room.I walked down the stairs and arrived at the reception and not to my surprise,finding the annoying receptionist from before.I gave her a smile,trying to look as polite as possible.


"Hello,again" she spoke while glaring at me."Hey" I said back as I put my hands on the desk."How can I help you?" She asked without looking at me,practically ignoring me."Well,as I was having a walk around the hotel,I forgot my keys,and long story short,I can't get into my room.So,I was thinking if you could give me another one?" I asked.She rolled her eyes at me and turned around searching for something in some drawers,after a while revealing a card."We only have one key for every room.So this is a card that opens every door here.Get your key and then bring the card back,okay?" I nodded and muttered a thanks before getting into the elevator and arriving to my room.


I opened the door and found my keys sitting on the nightstand.I sat on the bed and stared at the white wall.I was pretty upset about my parents and their attitude.After I became 15,we would fight all the time about the smallest things.Maybe it was because I was growing up,and they can't understand it .They can't understand that I'm not a child anymore.I need my own space and personal life.And they never seemed to like it,since I was their only child.My phone rang again,and "Descending Angel" from the Misfits echoed in the room.I picked it up and heard my mom saying that we would go to dinner.


I got up,taking my phone,my cigarettes and my key this time and got out of the room.I looked at Gerard's room for a second wondering if he was in there.I wanted to see him again so badly and I left his room only half an hour ago.After a while,I got to the reception and left the card as I walked out of the hotel to see my parents waiting for me.We didn't take the car as the restaurant was pretty close to the hotel,like ten minutes walking.After we arrived and sat on our seats,we talked about many things,mostly my dads work.He was a doctor,and no matter how much he loved art,it hurt him a lot when I told him I'd become an artist.He just didn't think I would have a nice life,he was too snob that's why.


And that's when the moment I dreaded the most came.They stirred the conversation towards me."So,Frank,what profession are you going to follow after you re done with college?" My dad asked.I shrugged and took a sip from my water."What does that mean?" He asked in a firm tone.Oh here we go again."I don't know,yet." I muttered in a quiet voice.My mom didn't talk,she was just staring at the table.She never had a problem with me and she was always proud and loving,no matter what.But my dad,he was different.


"What kind of answer is that?you don't know what you're going to do with your life?Youre seventeen Frank,for heavens sake" he spoke as he looked at me,disappointment never leaving his features.I balled my fists.I just stared at his face and he stared back.I felt my moms hand on mine."Frankie,your father just cares about you,that's all" she whispered,trying to calm me down.A laugh left my lips."No.he doesn't care about me,he just cares about his image and what his friends are going to say.Because their sons became lawyers,or architects,not artists!" I said loudly enough for some people from other tables to look at us.


"Watch your mouth" he spoke slowly,while he fixed me with a cold glare."No.I won't watch my mouth.Im not fucking thirteen anymore.You can't tell me what to do and how I am supposed to be.I am not who you want me to be.I am who I am,and I'm proud of it and I do not care if you are not." The tears that had been threatening to spill from my eyes for a while,finally did and rolled down my face.


"You said that you're not thirteen,but you act like it.Cry,like you always do." He spat at me,venom lacing his voice."Honey,don't talk to Frankie like that!" My mom whispered."Stay out of this linda.You made him that way." He said to my mom,making her gasp.I couldn't stand it anymore.My heart clenched in my chest and I held back a sob."You know,what?I'll leave." I spoke and got up."I'm so disspointed in you,Frank." I heard him say and I turned around."I don't give a fuck,father.If being myself makes you sad and ruins your image,then be it." I answered and ran out of the restaurant,away from my parents,away from everything.


It was pitch black outside.You couldn't see much.I walked on the beach,finally sitting on the sand,the air hitting my face and drying it from the tears.More and more poured down my face,the waves and my sobs were the only thing that could be heard.My head was hanging low my hair shutting me out from the outside world like curtains.When I raised my head,I saw someone standing in front of me,making me jump in fear.


It was Gerard.He must have been swimming,because he was soaking wet and was only in his bathing suit.He looked at me with a confused expression on his face.I sighed and looked away."Are you like,following me or something?" I muttered,taking a deep breath.He sat next to me.I turned at him and he had a smile on his face."I was swimming and I heard someone crying.I got out to see what had happened and well..Its you" I nodded and took a packet of cigarettes out of my pocket.I got one,and gave him one too."Thanks for the lighter" I smirked at him as I lit up my cigarette and then his.


There was a comfortable silence between us.I closed my eyes and exhaled the smoke that was already beginning to soothe my nerves."Have you ever felt like a disappointment?Like a failure?" I whispered as I stared at the dark waves making patterns while the moon glowed above them.I felt his hand on mine,rubbing it,helping me feel better more than the cancer stick could ever do.He hummed a yes."To who?" I asked as I lace my fingers in his.

"Doesn't matter.What does matter though,is that you can never be a disappointment or a failure.The people who call you that,just can't understand the difference between what they want from others to be and what others are.For instance,my mom was disappointed in me beacause I was bad at school and couldn't understand that I was good at art.People get disappointed because they have expectations that don't exist.Its not bad." he spoke in a soft voice while giving a squeeze to my hand.


I threw my cigarette away and turned to him.I felt myself smile."You're good at art?" I asked as I looked into his big hazel eyes.he nodded."I teach art,actually." He said and before I could ask another question his lips slammed to mine,making me unable to speak.i kissed him back and lay down on the sand,him being on top of me.After a moment he pulled back for air."Fuck...those lips.." He whispered as he traced his fingers along my swollen lips making me able to taste the salt of the sea.

"Why do you never wanna talk?" I asked still laying down."I just don't.Frankie,if you want this to work,you must understand that it's just a summer fling..in two weeks we will never meet again.Just your name is enough to know and it goes the other way round too." I nodded."But why?" I asked again.He was too weird.He inched his face closer to mine and smiled as he whispered:" because I don't do romance,baby"

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