Four Summers

But I felt her in my bones, saw her when I closed my eyes, and would have done anything to be with her. If that’s not love, what is?

I don’t say any of that to my brother though. Brandon’s always busting my balls about something and even though I bust his right back I don’t want to go there when it comes to Charlotte.

“Because if you did…well…”

“It’s over man. I’m starting college in a few months. Charlotte’s in the past.”

I feel like the world’s biggest liar. And when I look at Brandon, for the first time I wonder if he sees more than he lets on, because he looks all expectant. Apparently I’m not only a liar, but also a shitty one at that.

Later that night, I’m in my room at home, lying on my bed when my phone beeps with an email. I pick it up, hit the blue square and see her name pop up. Charlotte Gates. I want to rush to open it and delete it at the same time.

It’s the first time she’s contacted me since everything went down last year and she happens to do it on the same day my brother started asking questions about her, digging everything up and making her fight her way to the front of my thoughts again.

I click it to open because there’s no way I can’t. After all this time, I’m curious what she has to say to me.

Nate,

Hey…Hope you’re well. I won’t keep you long because, well, you know, but I just wanted to tell you I’m in New York for two weeks. I thought you’d be proud. Or maybe not, but I want to think you would be. It’s crazy being here and knowing you’re in the same state. I’m in your territory now, not that we ever saw it that way. But yeah, I wanted you to know…and wanted to tell you again that I’m sorry everything went down the way it did…but I stand by what I said that night, it wasn’t what you thought. I didn’t do anything wrong.

I miss you. Hope it’s okay that I said that.

Charlotte

The rest of the day, all I can think about is Charlotte. It pisses me off and I want her out of my mind, but she’s there and I can’t stop ru

That’s when I get even more pissed and tell myself it doesn’t matter if she’s here. An hour away from me.

About ten PM, our parents go to bed and Brandon and I head downstairs to the game room. I beat him in a couple games of pool, the whole time wondering if I should tell him about Charlotte. It’s ridiculous that I get so tied up like this. What I should do is call Marisol. Hit a party with my brother. There are a million different girls out there; too many to let only one of them take up so much space inside me.

I don’t do any of that.

Around three a.m. I pick up my cell and start a new text, with one simple word.

Meet?

Her answer is just easy.

Yes.

Too bad things have never been that simple for us.

It’s time to get some answers.

Mom is sitting on the couch when I come down the next day. She’s still in her pajamas and eating from a bag of chips. She gives me a guilty smile when I see her. “They're only chips, Mom. You don’t have to look like it’s the end of the world.”

“I thought you were your father,” she says, like he would have thought it was a big deal either.

“How ya feeling?” I ask her. Some parents have a mid-life crisis when their kids are both at college and decide to move to Hawaii or something like that. First my started working to get close to Brandon and I—which is cool. Then they decided to have another baby. It’s not like I know much about being pregnant, but apparently it’s harder on you in your forties than when you’re younger. She’s already on light bed rest, which is part of the reason they didn’t try to get us to go back to Lakeland Village this year.

“I’m doing great. What about you? Where are you headed off to so early?”

“I’m going downtown. I’m not sure what time I’ll be back.” I’m definitely not in the mood to answer questions about Charlotte so there’s no way I’m saying who I’m meeting.

“Okay. Be careful. Have a good day. I think I’ll finish my chips and then take a nap.”

It’s a little wild seeing Mom like this. She’s always been one of those girls who thinks she has to look perfect all the time. Even if she’s in the garden or at The Village she always looks perfect. I think that’s part of what intrigued me about Charlotte. She was so different than what I was used to.

“See ya later,” I say before walking out.

It’s a long ass ride to the city, but I’ve done it a million times. I pull out my iPod and listen to music, wondering what the hell I’m doing.

It’s a couple block walk once I get off the train. As soon as I round the corner on 52nd Street, I see her. She’s already standing in front of the coffee shop that Mom goes to. I didn’t know where else to tell her to meet me and now I don’t know why I’m thinking about stupid things that don’t matter like why I picked the coffee shop.

Her hair is shorter. It’s up to her shoulders and I wonder when she cut it. She’s wearing jeans and I realize that as long as I’ve known her, I’ve never seen her wear pants. What does she look like in the winter? It’s crazy just seeing her not surrounded by her lake.

When I look at her from this far away, all our summers slam into me and it’s almost like from this distance, just looking at her, I can almost forget all the bad shit that happened.

For the first time, I think I want to, but then that last night body slams its way in and I remember how many more of her moments that Alec has than me and I wonder what’s the point? We were young, stupid kids and we tried to make something work that never would have.

I’m about to turn around and walk away, but of course that’s the second Charlotte turns around. The crowd doesn’t matter. There aren’t hundreds of other people around us like there always are in New York. Her eyes land right on me.

This would be way, way easier if she wasn’t so beautiful. I almost forgot how she goes right to my head with just one look. It’s always been like that, even from the first glance in front of the cabin when I didn’t understand what it was.

Charlotte lifts her hand and gives me a small, nervous wave. There have been so many people who’ve come and gone in my life. We’ve never seen each other for long periods of time or really known each other beyond our summers, but every time I see her, even when we were confused or I was depressed or whatever, things always feel a little better when I look at her. No matter the time that’s passed or how one of us might have changed we always still knew each other. I could look at her and see through her to the bits and pieces of her I knew so well, but standing here now, for the first time, I feel like I don’t know Charlotte anymore.

And it really fucking sucks. Which then makes me pissed at myself because she kissed Alec. She let me walk away and she never even told me why.

I’ve never been a pussy before, and I refuse to let myself be one now. I shove my hands in the pockets of my shorts and walk toward her. “Hey.” I nod my head at her and then feel like a douchebag.

“Hey…thanks for meeting me.”

“No problem. Let’s go get a drink.” I open the door for her and she walks in. It’s crazy and stupid, but I could swear she smells like The Village; all open air and trees and water.

I try to buy her drink, but she doesn’t let me. It probably shouldn’t bother me, but it does. If it were Alec, would he be buying one for her?