[I'm kind of bored with this story now, so I'm gonna finish it here. I'll start a new one ASAP, I'm really sorry but I don't have any ideas for this one!! Thanks you, you beautiful people, for reading this!!!!!!!♥]
I walk into the restaraunt. My heels create a clatter against the slate floor. He isn't here. Where is he? Where is HE?! I haven't been stood up have I? Ohmigod. I have. I start to shake slightly. I was 10 minutes late myself, no way could he be late too. I turn to leave. The rain is pouring down outside and I have no umberella. I couldn't care less. I have been stood up and embarassed. If lightning could strike me now, I would love it. Tears trickle down my face and I want to scream. Then I hear a voice.
"Summer? Summer?" and then "Summer, watch out!" the voice is panicked and I turn. A red Ferrari is speeding towards me. I try to move but I'm frozen to the spot. Just as its about to hit me, strong arms snatch me away. I lie in them for about 5 minutes whilst they walk, unaware of who it is. Finally, I feel shelter and open my eyes. Right in front of me ... is Felix. His hands are cradling my face, wiping away the tears, stroking my ringlets.
"Oh Summer ...." he whispers, "What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed." I lean forward and press my head to his chest. Slowly, I begin to sob. His hands stroke my hair. After a while, he lifts my chin and kisses me on the lips. I break away, irritated, like the last time.
"What are you doing? What about her?"
"She's gone. Left me for some English dude." I sigh, knowing exactly who she'll have left him for. I look up, into his eyes.
"I love you."
"Summer ... I love you too." We embrace, sighing with relief, bursting with adoration. His lips brush over my hair as I hold him tight.
We are sat in his bedroom. I'm leaving today. We have kissed all morning and his eyes are wide and sad. I just feel empty. My phone rings. Its a text from Gramma, saying I need to go. Felix looks at me meaningfully. I nod once and know he will understand. He nods back and kisses me once, very softly, on the lips. Before I go, he presses a letter into my hand. As we drive away, and I'm alone in the back (Lavender is sat in the front seat next to Gramma, my treat) I open the envelope. Its a letter. A love letter. I open it and begin to read. "Dear Summer .... ♥