It all started when my mom took me to the park when I was six years old. I had been swinging nicely on my swing, and some boy came and pushed me off. Of course, we had gotten into a big argument. My pig-tails were ruined and he had dirt all over his face courtesy of yours truly. I don’t really remember why, but our parents had thought we should apologize, something about it being the proper thing to do, so we did and in the process they made us hug. Our mothers who now that I’m thinking about it, must have been pretty daft not to realize we were squeezing the life out of each other. They must have thought we really liked each other, which in their minds is probably why they send me away every summer to stay with the boy’s family. His name’s Erik Masters, his parents are Sean and Molly Masters, he has an older brother Derrick, and a younger sister Evelyn who won a scholarship to a boarding school over in London. They only see her at Christmas and Easter due to the school going year round. And I? I am Andria Peters. My parents are Maxwell and Patricia Peters. I have one older sister, one younger sister, two older brothers, a twin brother, and a younger brother. I know. my parents were big into the whole procreating thing.

Anyway, this story isn’t really about my family, it’s about what they’ve forced me to do every summer since I met Erik, which was when I was six. They send me away every summer with the Masters family to go to their summer town house in some weird place in Ohio, but just last year they moved into the house year-round, so now I spend my summers at their home. Some stories?

How about the first summer I spent there? I had just had my seventh birthday and Erik decided a good birthday present would be to cut all my hair off when I was sleeping. He was lucky I had a long neck and a defined face when I was little because I pulled the haircut of with ease. At least, according to his mom I did. She made me thank him for making me even prettier. I wasn’t to happy. I liked my long blonde hair.

The second summer I was there I had turned eight not long before I arrived. Erik thought it would be funny to give me something that related to the letter eights so he put eight, eight-legged creatures in my bed my first night there. I had spider bites everywhere. That time he had to apologize. I enjoyed it immensely.

Now the third summer was VERY interesting. Of course, I had just turned nine and I had sprouted a good few inches, which ended up being to my advantage. I was taller than he was and when we were forced to go outside I’d always challenge him to basketball. Since he could never ever turn down a challenge, we’d play, but he never won. Not being at the top of my game I went swimming the day before I left and the Masters’ don’t normally put chlorine in their pool because of me, but Erik found the stuff they use once I’m gone and he put twenty-eight tablets in their pool. I dove in and came right back out with puffy eyes, itchy skin, and very, very, very green hair. His mom was not happy. He wasn’t allowed to play any sports that year and his school started school teams at his age.

I quite enjoyed the next four summers though because I made friends with the people down the street, including the boy who was fourteen. He gave me my first kiss, but after that he wouldn’t talk to me. Erik had given him a black eye. Why? I’m not too sure.

Now we get to my eighth summer. I had just turned fourteen and the little time during the summer I spent with my family, I had gotten boobs, and they really appeared. I went from barely fitting the smallest A cup to the biggest C cup. Anyway, when I got to his house his parents had decided to buy a boat to go out to the lake that was about 45 minutes away. Every morning from seven o’clock to noon they’d go out and work on the boat, and every morning at nine I’d wake up and shower, I’d walk around the house in my bra and panties as I got ready, and every morning Erik would wake up at nine-thirty and shower and we’d meet ‘by accident’ every morning in the kitchen at ten o’clock as we both grabbed breakfast. Him with just a towel wrapped around his waist and I in my bra and normally black boxer shorts. As we’d get our cereal ready we’d always graze each other’s skin making the other one nervous. Most of the time he won being as he’d graze his front against my backside as he reached for the bowl in the cupboard. On the rare occasion I’d win it was because I’d reach over him by accident just as he turned around with his bowl and my boobs would be right in his face. When we reached the end of the summer though I had forgotten to grab my box of cereal from under the cupboard and just as I was reaching my hand out Erik stepped in front of me and my hand hit his, um, his well, his area. He got hard instantly and grabbed my waist roughly and placed me on the counter. We had been making out for some time and gradually his fingers were running slowly up my thighs and that’s when his mom walked in. When I left that summer I just called a taxi and didn’t say goodbye.

My ninth summer I had just turned fifteen making him sixteen, meaning he just got his license, so he was always driving around town with his sports friends, one of whom would be over quite often. We made out a few times and when Erik found out, I didn’t see the boy again. The rest of the summer he spent sulking around the house because he wouldn’t bring any of his friends around anymore afraid I’d make out with them again. Of course we played the game again that summer, only most mornings while his parents were outside working on the lawn we’d just makeout in his room or he’d come wake me up in mine so we could makeout before he went to football practice.

My tenth summer I was now sixteen and I could drive, so my mom drove me up there so I could have my own car and then she flew home. That summer I’d wake up every morning and go running, I’d come home and he’d be waiting in my room until I was out of the shower. That ended however when his hands had gone down my pants the first time. I may have kissed a lot of guys, but going to bases wasn’t something I did lightly. I came home later that day after hanging out with my friends that still lived in the neighborhood and he was having sex on my bed. I was beyond pissed. I called my friend Olivia whose dad had his own private jet and she picked me up from the airport three hours later. We went to Spain and my mom was furious until I came home with a portrait of her painted by a local painter.

So yes, you’re now all caught up. I’m now seventeen years old attending Washington Academy in Los Angeles and he’s eighteen and going to Brown in the fall. We’re not exactly enemies, but we’re not friends either. This year I’m hoping to define our relationship as one or the other.