Frank's  POV:

      I  walk around with my girlfriend by my side.

        I felt as if Nicole and I were the only ones there.

          The multitude was busy with all the festivities.

        "Hey, Frank?"

       "Yes, Nicole?"

        I know it is the time for strawberries, but do you think you could get us some apple cider?

       "Sure thing, babe."

         Sometimes, I wonder if I made a mistake. Lucy and I were close once. I sighed. Why did she cut all ties with me since the breakup? 

        Nicole gave me a cute look. Her smile lit up my world.

      "Here is the cider."

      "Watch it, Frank. It is hot. You almost spilled it on me." She whines.

       Was she always immature?

       I  take my eyes off her for a second. 

        I wave at Lucy.

       That girl always had a knack for climbing trees.

       I hear someone call out to her.

      Morgan did always have a crush on Lucy.

    Why was I troubled about the thought of him and her? 

   I shrug my shoulders as I wrap an arm around Nicole.    

   "Nicole, let us go. The festival is starting."

    "Okay, whatever you say, Frankie poo."

   I smile but cringe on the inside.

   I hate it when she calls me Frankie poo.

   I  notice her shiver, so I offer her my jacket. It is a gentlemanly thing to do.

   I  hand her a piece of roasted corn. As she eats it, I sigh, did I pick the right girl?

   I laugh as Morgan wakes up and climbs the tree.

Some things never change.

Nicole and I are together.   I smile at the thought. Yes, everything is as it should be.

the story continues in Chapter 6

Until then,

bye-bye, little owlets!

Summer out!