Summer Pov
After four years at the University of Cambridge, I finally finish my degree. I've been studying Veterinary medicine.
My dad wanted me to follow in my grandad's footsteps at becoming a doctor, and well, even though it's not quite what he wanted, he can't complain.
To be honest, I don't even know what I want to do with my life, and I know I shouldn't say that after spending four years at university.
But it kept my dad off my back. I hope he doesn't nag me to start looking for a job straight away.
It's been two years since I've been back home, I usually go home for Christmas, but the past two I spent it with my boyfriend's family, well now my ex-boyfriend, seeing as my mum and dad, decided to jet off to Hawaii the past couple of Christmas's.
I don't blame them, though, who wouldn't want to go there. They did invite me each time, but I was not too fond of the thought of being there with Mason and his on and off girlfriend.
I haven't seen Mason since I was a spotty teenager. I avoid him every time he comes to visit. I don't know when the feelings started, but they were always something about him, and every time I did see him, they got stronger.
When I was 13, I made a pass at him. God, it was so embarrassing I didn't even know what I was doing. It was when my first boyfriend dumped me because I was too scared to kiss him. I was so upset about it.
Mason was telling me how lucky any guy would be to have me, and for some stupid reason, I thought that was him saying he liked me. Safe to say, he told me never to do that again, and I'm nothing but a silly little girl.
That was the last time I saw him. It's been nine years since that happened, and it still hurts like it happened yesterday.
Parking outside my parent's house, I start unloading the boot when the front door pulls open to my mother running out of the house.
"Honey, you should have called saying you were on your way. I would have put a snack or something on for you, sweetie".
God, how I've missed her, I pull her into a tight hug, "I missed you, mum", pulling away from her, she kisses my cheek.
Searching my face like she wants to say something. "What is it mum, you know you're never good at hiding stuff from me."
"It's nothing, sweetie. We can talk when we get inside. Your dad should be home soon, then we can all sit down and talk".
Every time I speak to my mum, she always says he’s at work, even on Sundays.
This doesn't sound good. Now I don't want to tell them about Liam. They would hate to know we're not together anymore.
They loved him so much we've been together for five years. It's hard even saying that because not only did I lose him, I also lost a great friend.
"Go put your stuff in your room. Then we can cook dinner for your dad. You know how he gets if it's not ready."
Making my way towards my old bedroom, I see everything is the same as I left it. I'm surprised my mother didn't turn it into a gym.
Dropping my bags on the bed, deciding I'll sort them out later, I better help my mum sort the food out.
Maybe I'll be able to get out what's up with her. I'll be surprised if she does tell me, she is stubborn.
After nagging and nagging her to tell me she still wouldn't, an hour goes by before the timer goes off just in time for dad to walk through the door.
"Something smells good, and I don't think it's the food", he winks at my mum before Kissing her neck. Eww, okay, I don't even need to see this.
But I'm relieved because I honestly thought she would tell me they were getting a divorce or something.
I wouldn't blame her if it were that. I love my dad, but he’s never around anymore I'm scared she's going to feel lonely and not loved by him; I wouldn't want that for her.
"How's my favourite girl? When did you get back? Lara, have you told her yet?".
I snuggle into my dad's chest. It's so good to be home. "Peter, we both said we would do it together, even though she's has been nagging me to tell her".
"Mum, you're not pregnant, are you?" They both burst out laughing; then my mum glares at me. I can't help but smile back at her.
"No, honey, I'm not but thank you very much for that." It's not like she looks big or anything. She tiny, but you never know.
"No, it's Mason. He's invited us all to Hawaii for the summer. We leave first thing tomorrow morning. How exciting is that".
Did she say spending the summer with Mason? Oh, dear lord, this can't be happening.
"He's even bought a ticket for Liam. He says he can't wait to see you since it's coming up to 10 years since the last time".
Oh, shit, Liam, I'm going to have to tell them. "Mum, Dad, I need to tell you both something too, it's Liam and me were not together anymore, things just got too messy between us we both thought it is best that we end it".
"Oh, honey, are you ok? I know how much he meant to you" the funny thing is, I am ok even though I did love him. I just wasn't in love with him, and that's a big difference.
"I'm fine we ended on good terms, but I'm not happy about this holiday. I've not got one bikini or summer clothing. I can't believe you waited this long to tell me I need to go shopping before we go."
My dad pulls his credit card out of his wallet, "use this after we've eaten, go into town and get a couple of clothing seeing as we sprung it on you, we will pay".
"Thank you, dad" I would have said no to him if it was any other situation, but knowing where going to be spending 6 weeks with Mason, I need to look my best.
As I said, it's been nine years since I've seen him and I don't want him even to recognise me. I hope he doesn't remember the events that happened last time we saw each other.
We spend the rest of the day shopping. I pick up so many outfits and bikinis I think my dad might hate me with how much I spent.
After unpacking all of my clothing from university to then packing my holiday stuff, I look at the time to see it gone midnight.
Great I've got 3 hours before I've got to get up to get ready. I don't see the point in even trying to sleep.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand. No one normally texts me this late. Picking it up, I look at the text and my stomach drops.
Liam- I think we can try to sort this out. We were good together. I don't know what went wrong. X
I don't bother texting him back. He knew what went wrong. We stopped trying with each other he kept making excuses up to see me, and I didn't seem to care he was doing that.
I don't even realise I dropped off to sleep until my mother's banging on the door. "Get up, honey. We have 30 minutes before we leave."
