Ring... Ring...

I will ignore it... I will be strong...

Ring...! Ring...!

I will pretend I’m still asleep... I will dream of a world without phones...

RING! RING!

“GODDAMN IT!” I shouted as I threw off the covers.

It was summer vacation, for Christ’s sake, who the hell called at 7:00 AM, Sunday morning in the freaking summer?!

It wasn’t even like anyone was here; all my friends had deserted me for foreign corners of the globe. I know I sound over dramatic, but in this instance, I am not kidding.

Liz was in Italy; Tuscany to be exact. Josh? He was in Costa Freaking Rica. Damn him. Sean was taking a cruise around the Mediterranean, I hated him the most. Not to mention even Matt (dear, sweet Matt!) had gone off to Poland to see family and elementary school friends.

Where had I gone this summer? Furthest point from my house? That would be Kinston, in Ontario. Yea, that’s practically across the globe for vacations in this household.

My family royally sucks when it comes to vacations.

But yes, this brings me back to my original question; who in the freaking world is calling m at this unholy hour of the morning and why has no one else picked up the phone yet?!

“Hello?” I said into the phone.

“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!”

It was Liz.

“Liz?” I asked to make sure.

“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!” She repeated.

Yup, it was Liz.

“Are you calling me from Italy?” I asked sleepily.

“ANNIE! I HAVE THE BIGGEST NEWS! YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE IT!”

I sighed; “What’s his name?”

Yes, during the school year, Liz had eyes only for Sean, but come summer, the crush would fade for some guy at her summer pool, but she hadn’t been there this summer, therefore who could it be? It had to be a guy; the only other thing she got this excited over was Japanese rock stars.

Maybe she had met one... how cool would that be?

“Okay, okay, so I was on this tour of this old place, and oh my god, this guy turns to me and he’s like ‘your not from here, are you?’ and I’m like, ‘No, are you?’ and he’s like ‘yea’ and I’m like ‘so why are you going on a tour of this random old place?’ then he’s like-”

She rambled on and I picked up the necessary information. Name; Dante. Age; Our. Status; Totally hottie verging on babe (how a guy could be a “babe” I wasn’t too sure, but I still wasn’t awake enough to ask). Cheekbones; to die for. Etc, etc.

I sighed; “But Liz, you know that he lives in Italy, you won’t see him after this...”

This is when she started to giggle madly. I was expecting tears.

Well, this was Liz we were talking about here, never know what to expect...

“I’m getting to that part!” she screamed. “So was talking to him and he mention that he was moving, I asked where and he said Canada, I was like ‘cool, that’s where I’m from, which province-”

“Lemme guess, Manitoba?” I asked, laughing at my own little joke.

“No; QUEBEC!” she shouted jovially into my ear.

“No way,” I said. “Where in QC?”

“MONTREAL!” She screamed at a level that should be made illegal.

Okay, that was one hell of a weird coincidence.

He was apparently moving into the same area of town as us, and when he had found this out, he’d promptly asked Liz out. Sounded like they were getting along famously and spent every moment together.

She rambled on and on about his eyes, then his cheekbones, then his character, then his cheekbones, then his theories on Japanese art, then cheekbones, then about their first make out session.

I interrupted her to get a word in edgewise while she took a breath.

“So what about Sean?” I asked.

“Oh, old news,” she said.

I was my turn to shriek with joy, only I kept mine inside my head. I would no longer have to endure endless one sided conversations about his cheekbones!!

I would get to hear about Dante’s...

Well, I guess something must be said for small miracles.

Then her cell phone died as she was about to start on his cheekbones once again.

Maybe there was a god...

I hung up the phone; I was on my way back to bed when I hear my mom’s voice.

“Annie? Now that you’re up, you’re up mind taking the garbage out?”

Sometimes I wanted to kill the woman.

I sighed and looked down at what I was wearing; a skimpy black cami and Tinkerbelle boxers.

I shrugged, grabbed the garbage and walked out the front door.

Who was out at this time of the morning anyways?

The sun was bright; I walked down the driveway half blind, barefoot and put the garbage by the curb.

“Annie?”

I looked up.

“MATT!” I shrieked and ran towards my Polish friend. I jumped and threw my arms around his neck.

“Whoa, happy to see me?” he asked with that half horrified, half amused look that I often got.

“You have no idea!” I said, huge smile on my face. “When did you get back?!” I asked.

“Last night,” he said.

I just giggled; I was so happy to have someone back in the country.

“How was Poland?” I asked.

“Fun,” he said. “But it’s nice to be back.”

“You’re so lucky! I’ve never even been out of North America!”

“Really?”

“Yes, and the furthest I’ve been so far this summer is Kingston.”

“Fun...?”

“Not really, my brothers were uber annoying for the whole car ride there and back.”

“How long is it?”

“About three hours, one way.”

“Ouch.”

“Yea.”

He just smiled at me.

“I wish I could have gone to Poland, what’s it like?”

“Um, different.”

“Which do you like more? Canada or Poland?”

“Canada.”

“Why?” I asked. That’s when I realized his arms where still around me from when I hugged him.

“Because Poland doesn’t have you,” he said.

Then he kissed my mouth.

I can’t say I was expecting that.

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Author’s Note; Ha, I wish :P.

The unfortunate part of this chapter is that I really was deserted for half the summer, and that when “Matt” came back, he just worked oh the new walk way they put in, no home coming kisses. Yea, he doesn’t really know my name, I just pretend he does. Oh, I love making fun of me, so amusing.
Peace out;

Annie O.