Homesick by Tyra Lynn

Author:Tyra Lynn [Lynn, Tyra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tyra McGarvie

I haven’t been to the creek in a long time. It used to be one of my favorite places, even before Blake and I would go there to be alone.

Chris, Blake, and I had discovered our mini oasis one summer while mindlessly following an old stream to find a good swimming hole. We quickly found the creek and marked it as our spot.

It was just a small embankment that just so happened to have the perfect spot for a lazy summer afternoon swim. The water was deep enough to swim in, but not too deep that our parents worried about us hanging out down here.

Over the years, our little hangout evolved from a swimming hole to a place where our friends would come to hang out and drink the beer someone had been able to score from an older sibling or chill parent. Blake and Chris built a little fire pit and even created a trail that was wide enough for vehicles to get back to.

The creek sat back on an old dirt road, and it was almost impossible to get to if you didn’t know exactly where you were going. It was the perfect getaway when small town life became too small.

The little dirt pathway to the creek is fairly grown over, but I’m able to spot it when I see fresh tire tracks. There are a few moments when I think my small sedan might get stuck, but I just step on the gas and pray.

The closer I get to the opening at the end of the wooded path, the more my stomach sinks. I spent most of the day trying to keep myself busy and keep my mind from wandering to the memory of Blake’s lips on mine.

Every time I tried to convince myself our kiss meant nothing, I would get a strange tingling feeling all over my body that seemed to settle in very unladylike places. I knew I was still attracted to Blake Fisher, but I didn’t know one little kiss would send me spiraling. I’m just praying tonight’s hangout with my sister-in-law and Chris will help me create some new and non-Blake-related memories at one of my favorite childhood spots.

Once I hit the clearing, I see Chris’ truck nestled beside the small firepit we constructed back in high school. A mangled mess of weeds and grass have taken over most of the area we had cleared out down here. It seems like a distant memory now without the ratty rope swing that was usually tied around the large oak that ominously hung above the narrow stream of water.

I park next to Chris and am instantly greeted by the smoky smell of summer hot dogs when I step out of my car. Little goosebumps begin to prickle the surface of my skin at the fond memories of making haphazard meals at the creek. Most summers all we ate were hot dogs and whatever scraps our parents were willing to loan out. We would spend hours down here without a care in the world.

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