Sun Soaked Season by Chalen D. (warren buffett book recommendations .TXT) 📕

someone jumped off a bridge or something, and She'd say it was his fault for jumping. She needs to be like no one you ever wrote about."
"Someone people can relate to?"
"Yeah, and you should make the story around something that will leave the readers thinking What if That happened to me?"
"So twists, what if that happened to Me, and someone they could relate to?"
"Yeah, and don't start the good stuff until the middle of the book, but make it so that people will still want to read it to find out what happens. Give it a real interesting Blurb, but Don't tell too much about the plot it's self."
"So What would Be the plot of the story?"
"The plot of the story." I though. "Something that could happen, but it also is unreal. Something No one would want to happen to them. Oh, Stevie doesn't trust anyone. Not even her family. That will be a good twist I think."
"Anything else?"
"No Comment." I continued to pick at the crust.
"Are you done?"
"Yes."
"You want to go up stairs?"
"Yes."
"Go ahead."
I tossed the crust on the lid and left the room.
~***~
The tile floor was cold as I stepped off the last step. I was about to turn and head back up stairs, then noticed Two things. One the front door was wide open. Two, girly Giggles came from the other side of the open door. The giggles were both loud and annoying. I walked to the front door hidden in the shadows. Three Women stood at the curb handing tools to My dad, Who was working on his truck, wearing His faded/ripped blue jeans and Nothing Else.
"Oh God." I muttered laughing a little, as I rested My head on the door frame. "He always new how to get the girls."
Dad said something then looked up "Dakota come Here!"
As I backed away from the door He gave Me a sharp flip of the wrist, that had Me walking down the path way, and grass, bare feet and all. I was wearing My sweats the ones that said nice ass on the back. I pulled My shirt down and Kept My back away from My Dad.
"Ladies, this is Dakota My Daughter."
"That's Too bad." One of them said.
And with that they took off down the side walk. I watched them go My eyes resting of the group of boys playing basket ball while a group of girls sat on the curb, watching, laughing and drinking a can of soda.
"Go make some friends."
"No thanks." I said, handing Him a tool.
"Oh thanks." He glanced up long enough to give Me his lazy smile and went back to work. "Why Not? They seem your age."
"I helped you get rid of the chicks, gave you the right tool, and now I'm going back in side."
"Check out the pool in the back!" He called, head under hood.
"We have a pool?" I turned back to him, itching my head, My bun flopping all over the place.
"Yeah, it's huge."
I turned away from Him and went inside. Truth was, I didn't really care for pools. I didn't care for bikes or balls either, cause I never did anything with them as a kid. I read, other kids learned to swim, ride bikes, and play sports. I skipped the pool seeing for now and headed to the kitchen, looking for the one thing that has kept Me going on long nights and study nights. I walked over the the coffee pot and got it going. I drowned a cup, and grabbed a quick shower. By the time I was done Dad was still -Still!- under the hood. The only things that changed where the boys traded the ball for skate boards, the girls changed the cans of soda and phone into Bikes, and the kids where in plastic pools. Every woman in a five house radius, married or not, sat on their lawns pretending to watch the kids in the pool, but where really watching My Dad. I was debating on going to stand with Him when the phone rang. I walked to the kitchen, hand raised to pull the phone off the wall. For some reason I stopped and leaned against the counter.
"Guys!" My Mom's voice called out, as if she where in the next room, trying to get our attention. "Anyone home? You've been there a whole Day and I haven't heard anything! Honestly what are you two doing that it is so important that you can't all to let Me know what's going on? I mean I am your Mother and was your wife. Anyway, Dakota call Me, Your Brothers miss you a bunch. Love you!"
The machine cut her off, When She said you. I didn't know Why I stopped. Maybe it was cause I didn't want to talk to her, cause she tore the family apart anyway. As for My bothers, Prestly was probably moving his stuff into My old room as of now. Jason probably missed Me a little, but Not that much. He'd call. I knew He would. So By throwing My Brothers into the message She hopped I would call back, and Then I'd Be stuck talking to Her. Well I'm on to you lady, I stared at the blinking light. I rinsed out the coffee pot and decided on checking out the pool. I pulled open one of the french doors and stepped out. I covered My eyes, and looked at the pool. I slowly inched forward and looked over the edge at the clear water. I bent down and stuck My hand in the water, swishing it around. It felt good on My skin. I'd rather take that then Be in the hot sun. I walked back inside and dyed My hands on a hand towel, and the machine beeped again.
"Dakota? It's Me. Mom thinks your ignoring Her, so She made Me call thinking You'd talk to Me then I could Tell Her what you said. I know retarded right? Anyway, gotta get to football. I love you I guess."
The beep sounded and then silence followed Prestly's voice. I hit the delete button and the light stopped blinking. I waited a few seconds to delete Jason's message adn when there wasn't one I Went out back and sat at the pools ledge dropping My legs into the water. I moved My legs around, and looked over the back yard. Mom would Love it, lots of flowers. But things where different, and as of right no, I could give two shits about what My Mom would love. She broke the family apart, and possibly Dad's Heart. Mom didn't deserve to Love.
~***~
"So I met someone." Dad said at Dinner the next night.
"And?"
"And I really Like her."
"And?"
"And We're dating."
"And?"
"She's coming over for Dinner tomorrow."
"That's what I was looking for."
"Are you Mad?"
"Why would I Be mad?"
"Cause of the whole thing with you Mother. We just got divorced."
"I'm not mad. You should Date someone. You deserve to be happy after what happened."
"This is why your my favorite. Whoops, Please don't tell your brothers that. I wouldn't want to seem unfair."
"That's what life about." I told Him. "Making mistakes."
"Are you trying to tell me something?" He smiled, a little.
"Not yet." I smiled to.
"So There's this place where all the teenagers hang out."
"No thanks."
"But you don't start school, until the day after tomorrow. What are you going to do until then?"
"I'll find something to do. I'm not really into the whole hanging out let's be Bff's thing."
"You never where." He said.
"Nope."
"So Your Mother called."
I looked up at Him, "Did you answer it?"
"Nope. I don't really feel like talking to Her at the moment."
"Yeah. She called while you where working on the truck. I didn't feel like talking either. She had Prestly try to call too. I didn't answer that one either."
"You can talk to you Mother. I think She misses you."
"I've been gone for three days. Besides, She deserves to Be sad."
"Do you really believe that?"
"I feel if I talk to Her I'm betraying you."
"Dakota." He balled his napkin. "You won't be betraying Me if you talk to Her. You'll be betraying yourself."
"I feel like I'll betray Myself If I talk to Her." I pushed my food around My plate. "I need time I guess. It wasn't cool what she did."
"Your right it wasn't cool, But She's still Your Mother."
"After She broke Her heart and tore the family apart, you still defend Her?"
"Well, That's what people Do for the People they love. They stand Behind them."
"So I stand behind You."
"Don't you love your Mother?"
"Yes." I don't know. Should I?
"Then talk to her."
"I'll be put in the middle."
"Then don't allow Her to put you there. I'm assuming She said the boys Miss you?"
"Yeah, right."
"They Do. Your their sister."
"They're probably throwing a party I'm gone. Prestly get's My room, and Jason Won't get called the other One. That really hurts His feelings."
"I swear that boy can be gay sometimes."
I sat up taller. "What if He was?"
"Gay?" He asked, taking a drink.
"Gay."
"Well, I guess I'd just have to get over it. There's not much I would be able to do. He's Gay He's Gay."
"Would you except Him?"
"He's My Son, if that's what you Mean." He said. "This is the longest we've ever talked."
"On that note. No Comment."
He laughed, taking a bite. The real truth is that I didn't care if He dated. He did the marriage thing, which wasn't so hot, so not He should do what He wanted. Besides, He is the parent. I don't know why He's care what I think. Normal parents don't care what the kids think. But that right there, is My answer. My Dad isn't normal. My Dad has a lot of issues and one of them is cooking. He said that if the world tasted His cookies there would be world peace no doubt about it. And I honestly believe world peace would happen. After dinner I headed up stairs. I heard stories of Kids in divorced family. They're shocked mad, or even happy. I wasn't mad, or even shocked. I didn't know what was going on between them and anything could Happen. I wasn't sure if I was happy yet. So that night as I went to Bed I just wanted to understand...Why?
~***~
I ripped a note off the fridge and held it to My face. -Out with Carmen- was written on it. First who in the hell was Carmen, second, We're out off coffee. I grabbed My keys off the rack, tossed on My flip flops, and jacket, and headed to the gas station around the block. I got My coffee and went back home. Once in My room my cell phone rang. I looked at it,