What If?

Day One of Summer (1)

I tapped my pen on the notepad, groaning. Time is against me, but I just can't come up with anything. My deadline is in a month and the stress is really showing up. The door behind me opened up, presenting Chandler with a pack of sodas and a bag of Doritos. I could just laugh at him, but then I would ruin my chance of getting Doritos, "Did I ever tell you I love you?" I grabbed the bag from him, breaking it open.

"You should definitely say it more often!" He plopped down beside me, reaching into the bag for a chip, "Dead end?"

"Yeah," I tossed the notepad beside me, "I have no idea what to write and the deadline is next month." This usually happens every time it comes close to a deadline. Chandler ruffled up my hair, making me growl.

"You'll figure it out. You always do. What's this album called?" He laid back on my grandmother's yellow porch.

"No idea," I laid beside him, "my producer wants something fresh for the summer but I've been tossing a few ideas around."

"Your producer is weird," he made this scrunched up face, "he gives me the creeps." I laughed at his stupid face, rolling onto my side to look at him. He rolled over as well, staring into my eyes. I hated how he has dark green eyes. I have blue ones, but I always liked green better. "There you go again," he held this teasing smirk, "staring at my eyes again."

"You're doing the same," I punched him in the gut, "I don't get why."

"I like your blue yes," he came a bit closer, "they're light blue and shine when the sun hits them. I really like them. Kinda envious over them."

"You shouldn't be," I rolled over since my face was getting hot, "they suck. Everyone talks about them and I hate them so much. I wish I had your eyes. They're amazing." I watched him sit up, running his hands through his strawberry hair. He had to dye it because he got a part as a redhead. It's finally coming out. Soon his hair will be back to it's caramel brown color.

"Well people talk about them so much because they're beautiful," anyone could say that exact sentence and I would roll my eyes, but when he says it... it's just different. I covered my face with my hand, pretending it was hot, because I was blushing so hard.

"What's your next project?" I wanted to change the subject.

"I am going to stop working for a little while," he laid back down, staring at the white rusty roof, "I need to focus on school for right now. Maybe after junior year I will dive back into it." I was surprised. From what I've heard, Chandler has been doing acting since he was four years old.

"How does your mom feel about that?"

"She was upset but who cares," he grumbled out, "she only notices me when I get awards. It's not like I need her praise anymore. She can go cheer on my sister for all I care." I bit my lip. Chandler stopped getting along with his mom a couple months ago after he lost to some other kid for an award. I've only known him for a year or so now, but it seems like his mom is all about his acting career.

"Wanna play what if?"

He glanced over at me, "Why not." I turned to face him, gesturing for him to start, "What if.... what if Anna Mine liked you?"

"Nope," I shook my head, "she's been with too many guys." And she isn't you.

"I agree," he chuckled, "your turn."

"Hmmmm," I bit my lip trying to come up with something difficult but interesting to answer, "what if Bridget Fin kissed you?"

"Hell no," I started laughing at his disgusted face, "that girl wears way too much makeup and my luck, she would have a disease!" I just kept laughing. His face is probably the best thing I've ever seen. "Since you thought that was so funny, what if a guy tried to kiss you?" I stopped and looked at him.

"W-what kind of question is that?"

"Come on Cody!" He sat up, waiting for his answer, "Revenge is a bitch!"

Oh.

He's doing this as a joke. Well two can play that game. Leaning close to him, making his eyes widen, "I would makeout with them."

"W-what?"

I couldn't hold it anymore and fell over laughing. He punched me, just making me laugh even louder. Though he thinks I was joking around, honestly... if it was you I would. No one else would make me do that, except you.

~

"Fuck you Cody!" Scott yelled at me as I jumped the fence. Scott, Freddy, Chandler, Liv, and I decided to go jump the security and sneak into the abandoned housing area. At night the stars look crazy bright.

"Just get your ass over here," I shouted back, helping Liv down. Chandler hopped down and Freddy just got over the wires on the top of the fence.

"Don't look up my skirt Cody!" Liv shouted, but I just rolled my eyes. Liv, you're literally like my little sister. Why would I look up your skirt?

Once she got down, Scott finally grew a pair and hopped over. He was red in the face and I couldn't help but chuckle. He picked up a pile of dirt and chucked it at me, "You fuck face!"

I ran straight at him, tackling to the floor. He was about to drag me down, but Chandler yelled, "He's a singer! Watch his face, you idiot!"

I ripped myself from him, laughing at the idiot. He had dirt all over his white shirt, "Your mother is so going to kill you." He flipped me off as Liv helped him off.

Chandler grabbed my arm, tugging me down the dark pathway. The sun was setting, "Come on you dipshits! The sun is about to go down. Freddy you got the stuff right?"

"Yeah, yeah!" He yelled back, slipping the bag on again.

The ground was covered in gravel, making it a bit slippery, but Chandler just pulled me a bit closer. My face was turning red, making me wish it was a bit darker. We got down to the cut off, which was this huge drop that would kill any of us if we fell from it. Chandler pulled me down towards the pond area, which would bring us towards the semi-broken houses. We found the hideout that everyone would go to.

The house was breaking, but was stable enough to lay on the roof. Chandler and I climbed up first, then helped Freddy get up. Liv and Scott figured it out themselves, which was hilarious. Scott ended up falling, making us laugh.

Freddy unpacked the snacks, blankets, drinks, laptops/phones, and the shit ton of movies we brought. I realized there was only six blankets, leaving me to make a face. "Well Liv and Scott will share one, Freddy can get his own and we can share," Chandler unfolded the blankets, "that cool with you?"

"Yeah," I choked out. We laid out the blankets and got under them. I made sure to leave enough space between Chandler and I. The sun was just touching the hill side, making this beautiful orange.

"Is this giving you any ideas?" Chandler whispered into my ear.

"Y-yeah," I whispered.

"I told you," he snuggled a bit into me, his green eyes having a bit of orange in them from the reflection. He just looked good right now, I was just taken back.

To distract myself, I opened a bag of Cheetos. Snacks are the best way to hide what you are thinking and feeling. We all watched the sunset and once it was done, we played our own movies. Chandler wanted to watch Rocky, which was fine with me.

We all stayed there, sleeping next to one another. Chandler and I were the last ones to fall asleep. I was staring at the stars as he whispered, "Do you think this summer will be different?"

"No idea," I mumbled, "I hope it will."

"Let's a wish then," he pinched my ribcage.

"You're so cheesy."

"Come on," he looked like a little kid who just woke up on Christmas. I nodded, watching him light up. He closed his eyes and mouthed his wish. Of course I wanted to know, but I knew better.

I looked towards the sky and mumbled under my breath, "Make my what if true."