Here is my newest story, and I am SO excited to share it with you guys! I hope you guys will like it as much as you did with 'Afraid of falling in love with you'. You are all my motivations to writing fanfics, so thank you so much! But anyway, I hope you'll like the first chapter and PLEASE review! Thanks everyone!

"If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance." - Bern Williams.


It was just last Summer when I met the one person who changed my life forever.

It started off as a regular Summer, and it seemed like a regular Summer too. But little did I know that my life would turn around and be affected in a way I never imagined. I went through too much, emotionally and physically. It scared me to know that these kinds of feelings existed on this Earth. It wasn't fair. But it happened, and in a way, there is nothing that I would take back - is there?

When I thought I was experiencing love, little did I know that I was just living a lie.

But like I said, I wouldn't take anything back...

This was the Summer when I realized that no one is picture perfect, and that no one is who they are when you first meet them. This was the Summer when I learned that people aren't always who you thought they were. I learned what two-faced people are like. I felt what it was like to have my emotions be played around with.

I was a fool in love.

And it was all because of him.


We were new here. Miss Miller, my two sisters and I just moved here, to Hollywood just last month. Our mother's company moved here, giving Miss Miller a choice of either quitting her job, or having no choice than to move to a different state to continue her work. She chose the second choice, as you can see. It was new, moving to a new place and all, but I'm sure we'll adapt to everything soon. We moved into a nice house, got enrolled into a new school and everything.

My sisters and I are currently 17 years old, almost turning 18. Before moving out here to Hollywood, my sisters and I finished grade 11, and now we're going into grade 12 - our final year of high school. To be honest, I couldn't wait to go to my new school. Though I know absolutely know one here at all, that was about to change.

All my life, I've been the Queen B at the school. I was the pretty one, the popular one. I was the one who had all the friends, the fashion trends, and every girl wanted to be me, and every guy wanted to be with me.

But let me tell you, I'm not one of those typical bitches you see in movies. If I do say so myself, I am a pretty sweet girl. I mean, I do a few activities outside of school, and I make a lot of friends too. I don't do all that, 'You're not popular, so you can't hang out with us' crap. But I do admit, I try my best to avoid the unpopular crowd, and stick with my own people.

I hated leaving my friends, but we promised that we would still keep in touch. And as mentioned, all the boys wanted me. But I never had a boyfriend. Why? Well all the guys at my old school were just horny jackasses who only wanted one thing. Yeah, that thing. And I have way too much respect for myself to give in to something as pathetic as that. But hey. If there's a guy who lives up to my standards, then who knows? Maybe - just maybe - I'll change my mind about 'having respect for myself', if you know what I mean.

But as of now, I'm just hoping that there are some nice, and respectable guys here. Even though I'm Miss Popular, I kinda want a boyfriend for myself.

But I'll work on it. I can guarantee that once school starts in September, I'll gain my popularity, much like the one I had in my old school before we moved out here. And before I know it, I'll rule the school once again.

It was the month of June, and the temperature was rising by the minute. Like, literally by the minute. I couldn't take the heat any longer; I literally wanted to jump into a pool filled with ice cubes. I mean, yeah I know it's Summer, but this kind of heat is demonic!

We had 3 fans turned on in our house, but despite how much wind was circulating, it still made no difference. My sisters and I were in the living room, lounging on the couches, and feeling lazy as heck. We were each dressed in shorts and a tank top, but that was no help either. The 90° sun shone through our windows, lighting up the house even more.

Great. Just what we needed.

"Ugh." Groaned Eleanor, as she stood up from the couch. "I am boiling!"

"I know what you mean." Sighed Jeanette.

"For once, I wish it was Winter." Sighed Eleanor.

I threw my head back and closed my eyes. I love Summer, don't get me wrong. I mean, it allows me to wear the cutest outfits imaginable! But if there was one thing I absolutely hated, it was the heat. It was as if Mother Nature stuck the entire world in her own personal oven or something. It did not feel good, let me tell you that. We needed to cool off, but how?

"Do we have ice cream?" I asked.

"Nope, Eleanor finished the last of it yesterday." Answered Jeanette.

"Well, sorry." Eleanor muttered.

I groaned. "Ugh. Well, do we have anything that's cold and edible?"

"We have ice in the freezer." Said Jeanette.

I sighed. "I'm craving ice cream though."

"Me too. I want those popsicles they sell at the beach." Said Eleanor.

And that's when it hit me. I gasped as my eyes flew open.

I sat up and looked at my sisters. "I know what we should do to cool off."

"What could possibly be cold enough to cool us off in THIS kind of weather?" Groaned Eleanor.

"Let's go to the beach!" I exclaimed, ignoring my sister.

Jeanette sighed. "Britt, Miss Miller said we weren't allowed to go out."

"So what?" I asked.

"And why would we go out and expose ourselves to MORE of the sun anyway?" Jeanette asked, raising her eyebrows. "And I said that Miss Miller told us that-"

"So? Jeanette, let me ask you this. Would you rather stay cooped up in this house while we suffocate from the heat? Or would you rather get some fresh air outside?" I asked.

Jeanette sighed. "But mom said-"

"But I said that we should go out. You two don't wanna stay all cooped up in here all day, especially since the weather is this hot, do you?" I asked.

Eleanor sighed. "Well, no. But-"

"Then I'll call Miss Miller, and beg her to let us out." I said, pulling out my cell phone, as my sisters exchanged disapproving looks with each other.

Our mom, Miss Miller, worked every Monday, Wednesday and Friday from 11:00AM to 9:00PM. But whenever she was at work, she never allowed us to go out. She didn't trust us enough. Yeah, I understand that she's our mom and that she's overly protective of us, but hello? We're 17 years old! I already have my own drivers license and everything! I think we're old enough to go anywhere we want.

Eleanor sighed. "Britt, Miss Miller will never let-"

I held out a finger to shush her. I dialed our mom's number, put my cell phone to my ear, and waited. Even though there was a thin chance of Miss Miller letting us out, it was still worth a try. After around 5 rings or so, she finally picked up.


"Hey, mom!" I said, trying to sound as sweet as possible.

"Britt?" She asked.

"Yeah, it's me." I said. "So how's work?"

I heard our mother sigh deeply on the other end of the phone. "Let me guess, Brittany. You need something?" Asked Miss Miller.

I faked an insulted gasp. "What? No, of course not!"

Miss Miller laughed lightly. "I think I would know when my daughter needs something. I mean, what other reason could there be to be calling me at work in the middle of the day?"

"I just wanted to see how you were doing! Is that so bad, mom?" I asked.

"What do you need, Britt?" Asked Miss Miller.

"Well..." I started off. "Is it alright if Jeanette, Eleanor and I go to the beach?"


I cringed when I heard her object to my request. "What? Aww, come on Miss Miller! We're burning to death here! We just wanna go to the beach and cool off!" I said.

"No, Brittany. And don't you girls have the fans turned on?" Asked Miss Miller.

"But that still doesn't help!" I whined.

"No, Brittany." Said Miss Miller.

"Why not? Why don't you ever let us out? We're 17 years old!" I said.

"That is still no excuse. And besides, I doubt you girls are even familiar with the place, let alone this entire neighborhood! May I remind you, Brittany, that we moved here not too long ago?" Asked Miss Miller.

I rolled my eyes to myself. "But it's so hot! What if one of us dies because its so hot? Then you're gonna feel all bad, then wonder to yourself, 'Why didn't I let my daughters go to the beach on a hot day?' Then we'll see who's right."

Miss Miller sighed. "No one's gonna die of the heat, honey."

"And how would you know?" I exclaimed into the phone.

"Brittany, just-"

"And you were the one who said that Jeanette, Eleanor and I should explore the place and get familiar with it!" I said.

"With my supervision." Snapped our mom.

"Ugh. We're not little kids anymore, Miss Miller." I groaned.

"If you live under my roof, you live under my rules." Miss Miller proclaimed sternly.

"Yeah? Well your roof is freaking killing us with all the heat its trapping inside! Its almost 100 degrees, mom!" I said.

"Just find another way to cool off. Open all the windows and doors or something." Said Miss Miller. "But I have to go now. I've got another call at the end."

"MOM!" I groaned. "Please?"

"No." Miss Miller said.

"Just this once? I won't ask for anything else ever again." I said.

Miss Miller laughed. "I doubt that, Brittany."

I rolled my eyes. "Please mom?"

"I said no, and that's final Brittany. And if I find out that you disobeyed me, you won't hear the end of it. Is that clear?" Asked our mom.

I sighed heavily, feeling extremely frustrated and pissed off at the world. "Yes, mom."

"Thank you, Britt. Now, I'll be home by 9, so I'll see you then, okay?" Said Miss Miller.

"Alright." I muttered under my breath before Miss Miller hung up from the other end. This heat was not making anything better - especially for me. Once I tucked my cell phone back in my pocket, I turned to my sisters.

"See? I told you she wasn't going to let us out." Said Jeanette.

I rolled my eyes, got up off the couch, and said, "Whatever. Miss Miller can't tell us what to do."

"Uh, yes she can, Brittany! She's our mom!" Exclaimed Eleanor.

"I know she is. But we're not little kids anymore!" I groaned. Then I shrugged. "Whatever. I'm going to the beach."

"But mom clearly said not to! Brittany, you're gonna get in trouble!" Jeanette said.

I turned to her. "She doesn't have to know. She's at work, after all. And besides, I can't take this damn heat any longer! The beach is the perfect place to cool off!"

"Stick your head in the freezer or something! But don't sneak out! Miss Miller is gonna kill you if she finds out!" Said Eleanor. "She's gonna kill us if she found out that we didn't stop you!"

I laughed. "No she won't."

"Uh, yeah she will!" Answered Eleanor.

"Okay, pretend that she did find out. But what's the worse she can do?" I asked.

Eleanor rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Brittany. But don't go out. You're not allowed to."

I rolled my eyes. "Jeez, Eleanor. Stop acting as if I'm sneaking out to rob a bank or something."

"But you're still sneaking out." Eleanor muttered.

"Like I said, Miss Miller doesn't have to find out. Now if you two don't mind, I'm gonna go change into something beach-suitable. You two don't have to come if you're afraid of Miss Miller finding out...that is, unless you'd like to come." I said.

Jeanette sighed. "No."

I shrugged. "Okay, suit yourself. But have fun sitting around all day while I have fun in the cool, refreshing water." I smiled innocently at them before stalking up the stairs and into my bedroom.

I knew my sisters well, and it was clear that they were NOT gonna follow me. They were too innocent for that. The thing Eleanor and Jeanette feared the most was disobeying Miss Miller. I mean, come on! But no. My sisters weren't all into 'sneaking out' and 'rebelling' like me. But it wasn't like I was intending to disobey our mom. But Miss Miller needs to understand that when she has teenage daughters - especially ones like me - we need to go out and have fun once in a while!

I changed into a super cute hot pink tank top, and really short denim shorts, with a white bikini underneath. just in case I felt like swimming. I tied up hair up into a ponytail, put on my sunglasses, slipped on my new wedged flip-flops, and descended down the stairs. The moment I stepped foot into the living room, Jeanette and Eleanor stood there, giving me a bad look.

"Ugh." I groaned, setting my sunglasses on my head. I looked at my sisters and said, "Would you two relax? I'll be back before Miss Miller comes home. No big deal."

"Okay, whatever you say Brittany. But we warned you. If Miss Miller does find out, we're not covering for you." Said Jeanette.

I shrugged before taking my car keys from the kitchen table. I gave them one more sarcastic wave before walking out the door, and into the exposed Summer heat. I exhaled deeply as the sun rays hit my skin, but I shrugged it off before getting into my car. Let me tell you, the heat in my car did NOT make anything better, so I rolled all the windows down, ignited the engine, and drove.

God, the wind felt so good. It was those typical Summer days where there was not a hint of clouds in the sky. But with the heat being this extreme, I had a reason to go out - even though Miss Miller didn't want me too. But if my sisters keep their mouths shut, Miss Miller won't find out, which means that I won't get in trouble. So everything's good, I think...

The nearest beach from our house was just down the shoreline. I smiled to myself when I pulled into the parking lot and saw the massive groups of people who were playing volleyball, suntanning, jogging, or just swimming in the ocean. I began to feel a bit envious, wishing that I could of came here sooner. I put my sunglasses back on my eyes before stepping out of the car.

Did I feel weird about coming here solo? Absolutely not. I'm that type of girl who can pick up friends at any time, just saying. But in that moment, my cell phone began to vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the caller ID screen. Once I saw who was calling, I laughed to myself. I opened the call, and put my phone to my ear.

"Changed your mind?" I asked.

"Ugh. Whatever. But you know what? We can't stand being in this house any longer. Eleanor and I are coming too." Said Jeanette's voice from the other end.

I laughed. "I thought you guys didn't want to because you were afraid that Miss Miller will find out."

"Like you said, Britt, Miss Miller doesn't need to know." Said Jeanette.

"Wow, Jeanette. I'm proud of you." I said.

"Yeah, yeah. But that doesn't mean that I'm proud of myself." My sister muttered. "But the moment you left, Eleanor and I knew we should have followed you."

"What made you change your mind?" I asked.

"We can't breathe here! It's way to hot." Said Jeanette.

"I told you so..." I teased.

"Whatever. The only reason we're going is because this heat is killing us." Jeanette said.

"Exactly. That's why I left." I answered.

Jeanette sighed. "I still don't feel good about disobeying Miss Miller though."

I rolled my eyes. "Come on, Jeanette. She won't find out!"

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"I'm sure. Who's gonna tell her anyway?" I said.

"I guess..." Said Jeanette. "But Eleanor and I feel...guilty."

"Seriously?" I groaned. "Live a little, jeez!"

"You say that all the time, though. Whenever Eleanor and I listen to you, we always end up in trouble!" Exclaimed my sister.

"That's because Miss Miller was there. But she's at work right now, and I swear, she won't find out." I said.

"What if she does?" Jeanette asked.

I rolled my eyes again. "I swear to God, Jeanette, you're acting as if we're breaking the law."

"Okay, okay. Fine." Jeanette muttered.

"Good. But I promise, Miss Miller won't find out, and we won't get in trouble. God, Jeanette. It's no big deal." I said.

Jeanette sighed heavily. "Alright."

"Now you and Eleanor better get your asses down here because I'm ready to hit the water." I said.

I heard my sister laugh on the other end. "Okay, okay. We'll be there soon." Said Jeanette.

"'Kay. See ya." I said, before hanging up the phone.

I put my phone back in my pocket before finally walking out of the parking lot, and onto the beach. I sighed as the cool breeze flew past my hair, and as my toes sunk underneath the sand. Though the sun was still dawning upon the entire place, being at the beach made it so much better. And though it was still hot, it felt a trillion times better than the heat that was lingering back at home.

Jeanette and Eleanor arrived around 10 minutes later. I smiled when I saw them, secretly satisfied with the fact that I lured my sisters here - despite how guilty they were about it. Jeanette had her hair tied up, and she wore a floral Summer dress. Eleanor wore her hair down while she wore white shorts and a light green tank top.

"Hi." I said innocently when they reached me.

"Don't think that we feel good about this, Britt, because we don't." Said Eleanor.

I sighed before linking arms with the both of them. "Come on, don't be like that. Let's enjoy the Summer while it lasts, alright? And would you two relax? Miss Miller isn't gonna find out that we snuck outta the house!"

"You're making seem as if it's no big deal." Said Jeanette.

"Because it isn't. Trust me, Jeanette." I said.

Jeanette sighed to herself. "Okay, if you say so."

"I'm sure about it, guys." I said.

Miraculously, it seemed like Jeanette and Eleanor completely forgot about their whole 'Guilty' façade after a few minutes, before they were having as much fun as me. We walked along the dock, getting a few looks and stares from a couple of boys. Some even tried to say hi to us. It was awkward, but I didn't mind it at all. I am used to it, after all.

A few minutes later, we decided to take a break. So we found an empty picnic table - which was perfect because it was completely shaded under a tree - and sat down. I sighed and smiled as I placed my sunglasses on my head.

"I'm up for some beach volleyball later. You guys in?" Asked Eleanor.

"I know I am!" Exclaimed Jeanette.

I couldn't help but laugh. "And this is coming from the girls who were afraid to step out of the house."

Jeanette rolled her eyes but laughed afterwards. "We weren't afraid, Brittany. We were just..."

"Scared?" I teased.

"No. We just felt bad about not listening to Miss Miller, especially when she told us she didn't want us to go out." Said Jeanette.

"But whatever. We'll be back home before Miss Miller comes home from work, right?" Said Eleanor.

"Exactly! See? There's nothing to worry about." I said. "So next time, you should put more trust in me. Older sisters are always the best influences, right?"

"Of course, Britt." Eleanor said sarcastically.

We all laughed. Yeah, I know I may not be the best influence to my sisters, but I do try my best to be the best older sister I can be for them. The only thing I want is for Miss Miller to be proud of me, and for Eleanor and Jeanette to look up to me. But sometimes, there are exceptions. Like today, for example.

"Anyway, do you guys want ice cream? I think we passed an ice cream bar earlier, and I'm still craving for something cold." I said.

"Sure." Said Jeanette, while Eleanor nodded.

"Okay. What flavor do you guys want?" I asked.

"Um, surprise us." Said Eleanor.

I laughed and nodded as I got up off the bench. "I'll be back soon."

I started to make my way down the dock again until I spotted the ice cream parlour we passed earlier. After waiting in a 5 minute line-up, I ordered a cookies and cream ice cream cone for Jeanette, a chocolate brownie ice cream cone for Eleanor, and a butter pecan ice cream cone for myself.

To be honest, it was extremely difficult to balance 3 cones in my hands - especially when each of them were 3 scoops high - but I tried to take it slow. Dropping the ice cream cones was the last thing I needed. But just as I pushed the doors open to walk out the parlour, well, you could imagine what happened.

The moment I was about to walk out the door, someone bumped into me, and literally knocked the ice creams cones out of my hand, and onto the sandy beach ground. Great! There goes my $5. But what was worse? Just as the person bumped into me, the ice cream smeared all over my shirt.

This is NOT okay.

"Crap!" I shrieked.

"Shoot. I am so sorry!" Said the asshole who bumped into me. It was a male's voice.

"Aw man..." I whined, looking at the massive stain on my tank top.

"Do you need help cleaning it-"

"No! Don't touch me!" I exclaimed. "Do you know how much this shirt costs?"

"Jeez. I was just trying to help." The guy said.

I rolled my eyes before looking up at him. "Well, stop trying to-"

And that's when I stopped talking, suddenly feeling completely lost for words. I was speechless. When I looked up to look at the guy who bumped into me, I suddenly found myself staring into the most incredible gold eyes ever. I suddenly felt lost. It took me half a second to look at the rest of his facial features. He was a teenager, like me. He had brown hair that pointed up like that vampire in Twilight. And though he had a straight face, there was this bad boy smirk to it.

And damn, was it ever attractive.


I blinked multiple times. Damn. He

"Hello? You okay?" He said again.

I suddenly snapped back. When I got my head back, I cleared my throat, trying to ignore the escalating heat that was beginning to form in my cheeks. "Um, you know what? It's no big deal. I can easily wash this off."

"Look, I am really sorry about everything." He said.

I smiled at him sincerely. "No, no. It's fine, I swear."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

I nodded. "Don't worry about anything."

"Well, let me pay for your ice cream, at least." He said, before looking to the ground where the cones were, then back at me.

"No, you don't have-"

"I insist." He said, smiling.

"Wow. You're being awfully nice to a girl who wanted to kill you for ruining her shirt." I joked.

He laughed lightly. "Well, I'm a nice guy. Now how about it? Gonna let me buy back your ice cream?"

My blush became a lot more intense. "Well, okay."

He bought back the 3 cones for me, and he was really sweet about it. When I watched him as he bought the cones, I took a really good look at his body. And my gosh, was it a sight for sore eyes. He had like, the perfect body. Even behind his T-shirt, I can see his muscles form his flawless figure.

Okay. Stop. I need to contain myself.

He came back to me, handed me the ice cream cones again and said, "You better be careful with those now."

"Just as long as you don't bump into me again." I said sweetly.

Damn. I am such a flirt.

He laughed. "Don't worry. I'll try my best." He teased back.

I laughed gently and sighed. "Well, anyway, thanks."

"No problem." He said.

We kinda just stood there awkwardly for the next 5 seconds before I cleared my throat again. "Well, I gotta go." I said, a little bit too quickly.

He nodded. "Yeah, me too."

I smiled. "Bye."

"See ya." He said.

And then he walked out the door, leaving me standing here by myself, looking like a loser who had nothing better to do than to hold 3 ice cream cones in her hands. But that didn't matter to me. The only thing that was on my mind was that boy whom I just bumped into, talked to, and vaguely flirted with. Wow. Not only was he drop dead gorgeous, but he was really nice too! Friendly, sweet and charming. Boys like that were rare nowadays.

Who was that?

But let me tell you, I wasn't going to leave this beach until I found out who he was.