Summer Apart by Amy Sparling

Author:Amy Sparling
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Summer, Young Adult, Contemporary Romance
Publisher: 336Love
Published: 2015-03-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

“So what’s up?” I ask, all but bouncing on my heels. Ugh! My fake cheerful voice came out sounding entirely too fake and entirely too cheerful and now I just look like an idiot who is trying too hard to look like she’s not super uncomfortable.

Park slides his hands into the pockets of his jeans and leans his butt against the railing on the balcony. It makes me a little uneasy because just one slip of balance would send him tumbling backward down two stories. I guess I make a face that shows what I’m thinking because Park lifts up his hands and wobbles them, pretending to be a tightrope walker.

“I’m fine, Becca. Stop worrying.”

“It’d be safer if you got off the railing like that,” I mutter as I fold my arms and step backward, pressing my back against the safety of the wall behind me.

“Maybe I’ll just stand by you,” he says in this quiet voice that sends a shiver down my spine. He leaves the railing and walks over to me, turning to press his back against the wall, too. Our arms are touching, my shoulder to his upper arm. The urge to rest my head on his shoulder is so strong it makes my toes tingle. But I hold strong. I keep my head on top of my own neck, supporting itself, just like it was meant to do.

I am a big girl and I can deal with this.

“So why did you call me?” As I ask this, I take out my phone and swipe away the missed call notification. Park grabs my hand just when I’m about to put my phone in my pocket again.

“You changed your wallpaper,” he says, frowning in a way that makes his eyebrow ring look sad too.

Suddenly I have power. He’s upset that I changed my phone’s wallpaper to a picture of some puppies I found online instead of what it used to be: a picture of Park and me at the BMX track. I want to smile and jump and throw my hands in the air to celebrate that he is sad and I am strong, that he’s still upset over us and that I’m not (at least not on the outside) because I changed my phone screen. Of course I don’t do any of that…I even stifle the smile that tugs at my lips.

“It was time for a change,” I say with a casual shrug, right before I put my phone back in my pocket, pretend that my skin isn’t still tingling from where he had touched me.

“I guess it’s time for me to change, too?” he says, taking out his phone. Instead of turning on the screen, he just hands it to me. Confused, I reach up and press the button myself, lighting up his phone’s home screen. I’ve never held his phone before, I think as I mentally look back at all the times we’ve spent together. He’s never really had his phone out around me.

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