The Twilight Saga

Summer Of Boys (Living with Six Guys for The Entire Summer can be a bit..... Challenging.)

This is soooo brand new & fresh out the oven. I'm excited to see where this story is heading. : ) hehe now i present to you 'Summer of Boys"


Summer of Boys Poster. Officially made by me. : )


18 Year old Mariah is dying to show her parents that she is independent enough to go off to her dream College in Italy. So she strikes a deal with them…. Let her move in their Summer house down in Florida. Sounds more than easy enough right? Not. Mariah gets way more than she bargained for when she finds out that her house is planted right next door to the ’Gunner’ boys. All six of them are Hollister ab, and shirtless, and glistening sweat hot! Mariah is determined to prove she can handle anything, even when she has to move in with the Gunner boys, after a break in at her summer house.




Chapter 1- Striking a Deal with a Dealmaker


“Are we really going to go through this again Mariah?” My Father asks while fumbling with his 13k gold Rolex. Once he’s satisfied with the position its on his dark skin he moves his light brown eyes up to mine.

“Dad come on! I can do this! It’s one of the best schools in the country!” I squeal while putting my cherry coke can down on the coaster. I watch as my father lean back in our leather living room couch and watch me with his expressionless face. I flick my eyes over to my mother whose sitting crossed legged and eyeing me as well. Her long dark brown hair is pulled into a high ponytail causing her already cat eyes to slant even more. Her dark eyes watch me as well. Except hers are softer and a bit more understanding.


“Mariah. No. Your way to young to go off to some University in Italy. Not as long as I’m-” he points his well polished thumb at himself and continues on “paying for the intuition and rooming and boarding.”

“Mom come on! Help me out! This is the top prestige school in ITALY!” I declared as I moved my eyes to my mother.


“Benny, dear-” my mother begin except my father cuts her off with a wave of his hand. Giving us a flash of his gold Rolex.


“Michelle, Mariah, cannot handle being on her own for four years in a completely different and foreign country. She can barely handle her credit card.” my father says as he looks at me. I frown at that and leap up out of my chair. I was desperate here. Beyond desperate. How many times have I had this conversation with my father? Way too many times to count. But every single time he won. It just wasn’t fair! I was determined to get my way. Secretly I had already applied to the University of Rome. And I was excepted! I had the grades to even get into Yale or Harvard. But I didn’t want to stay limited in the United States. I wanted to break free of this country and travel!


Go to another school, in an entirely different Country. U.O.R. could give me that chance. I really wished I had signed up in time for a scholarship for the Univer. But seeing how I had the flu the entire week they came out to our school in, Arizona. I missed that opportunity. I missed the deadline to put in an application for a scholarship. I would regret that forever, because then I wouldn’t have to depend on my fathers money to put me through College. There had to be some way for him to budge. I had to show him I could handle living on my own, with a roommate, in another state or country. And that’s when it hit me like a ton of bricks.


“I have a deal to make.” I said raising my chin and placing my hands beside me. I straightened my spine as far as it could, as if somehow standing more straighter and calmer would change my father mind altogether. I watched as him and my mother raise an eyebrow.


“I’m listening.” I watched yet again as he flick his hand, motioning me to go on. I swallowed hard, not believing what I was about to say to my father. But like I said I was desperate here.


“Our Summer home, down in Florida…” I began as I moved around our glass table carefully, making sure their eyes were still on me and moved in front of the large fireplace.


“What about it?” my mother asked as she scooted closer to my father and placed her hand on his knee. Her silk white pants suit glinted brightly as the sunsets glow beamed on it. I locked eyes with my father as he watched me.


“If I can prove to you, that I can live in our Summer home for the entire Summer without any problems, or Police reports you let me go to Rome.” I say whilst making sure my chin was raised. My father tilted his head to the side as he rolled the thought over in his head. I knew the Summer home was a great idea. Seeing how dad’s car lot business was keeping him away from home majority of the time. And mom’s charity events kept her just as busy.


So I already knew that we wouldn’t be going to Florida for our Annual Howard-summer trip to Pennsylvania. I knew me striking a deal with dad would somehow give me an advantage. I had to think harder and be a bit more clever than he was. Seeing how my dad owned over sixteen car lots, he was more than capable of making a deal you couldn’t go against.


“I’m listening.” he said leaning even further into the leathers couch, causing it to groan with the weight of him. I was nearly about to smile my ass off, but I had to contain my serious look. This is good. Really good. Never had I peaked his interest when I came to bargain with him.


“I’ll use my own cash in the bank. You guys don’t have to give me anything. I’ll buy the groceries and keep the place clean and neat. I’ll call a maid service to clean the place before I get there. If I can do this, I’m sorry,” I re corrected myself “when I pull this off you have to let me go to Rome.” I finished with a cocky grin. I knew I had plenty of time to prove to them I was capable of this. We were only in our second week of summer since school let out, and I had already graduated with a 4.0 GPA. Our two story house was quiet for a long time as each of us were lost in our thoughts. With every passing second I could feel my heart hammering in my chest from the rush of adrenaline.


My mother was the first to speak: “I love the idea! It’s a perfect chance for her to show her independency.”


I was overly thankful to God that I had a understanding mother. I silently thanked her with a small nod. Her chocolate skin glimmered in the sunset as she smiled at me. I moved my eyes back to my father and watched him my father shake his head for a quick second, and I felt my hope falter a little. “That won’t do. You wont have a maid cleaning your room if you go to that University, or any other College for that matter. No maid service.” he stated as he brought himself out the couch and standing to his full 6’1 height. My mother stood along with him, even though she was wearing high heels she was still four-inches shorter than my father.


“I know. I can clean it myself.” I said nodding my head quickly. My hope spreading through out my body like a dam flooding a small town.


“Very well then. If you can manage to keep the house clean, and no Police involved what so ever, I’ll accept your deal.” My father stretched his hand out to me and I accepted it quickly, feeling myself smile like an idiot. “Under a few conditions.” my father said as his grip tightened on my dark skinned hand and he eyes me warily.


“Okay.” I just about whispered. I swallowed hard and stared back into his light brown eyes.


“No drugs in that house, no parties, no bringing an MTV crew into my house talking about ‘The Real Life of a Kid living in A Summer Home for the entire Summer.” I almost laughed when he mentioned that MTV thing. Instead I nodded my head understandingly and waited patiently for him to go on. “And on top of that, NO BOYS in the house!” his voice boomed through out our house. His voice bouncing off of the crème colored walls, and French marble floors. I sighed inwardly as I thought about my boyfriend Paul. He was one of the main reasons why my Summer home popped into my head.


 He was going to be in Miami Florida for half of the Summer as well. But only I was going to be staying out in Ft, Lauderdale. I figured I could manage it somehow without breaking my fathers rules. Some part of me was going to rebel against the boy rule, but then again I quickly remembered my father having connections. I could do this. I would show my father I could be independent and would prove him wrong. I shook my fathers hand.


“Deal.” I said staring back at him.


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Chapter 6- New Housing


“Mariah stay still, it’ll get infected if it stays in there longer.” Will hissed as he tried to hold my leg steady, the tweezers in another hand. Even though Caleb and Carson were holding me down I was still able to move my leg here in there.

“No!” I shouted kicking my leg in the air. I was thankful that the boys had given me a pair of gym shorts and over sized Nike shirt. If I had still been in that dingy towel, they would have gotten the whole view of my bottom and mid section.

“Carson be a man and hold her down!” Will yelled at his brother.

“Dude I’m trying! She’s like a freaking wild horse!” Carson’s grip on my thighs tightened and I groaned. Caleb who was holding my shoulders down laughed at his brothers struggle on me.

“Mariah, Jesus! Just stay still. It’ll only take a second.” Will promised as his large hand got a good grip on my wild leg.

“Mariah. Just relax. It’ll be over soon.” Caleb whispered into my ear. His warm breath sent a chill down my spine and I felt myself go completely still. Carson’s and Justin’s grunts stopped as soon as I didn’t move. I wandered if Justin and Ian were okay. They were taping the sliding door shut. Johnny was upstairs probably trying to get the red mark of a tea pot print off of his ‘perfected’ face. I felt a small prickle in my calve and let out a small squeal.

“This is gunna sting a bit.” Will warned as he dabbed the cotton swab with alcohol. I felt my eyes widen and was about to jump in the air when Caleb whispered in my ear again:

“Don’t think about it. Its just a tap on the hand.” his warm minty-breath scent another chill down my spine and I felt myself relax into him.

“Done.” Will announced while standing up and capping the bottle. Carson released his grip on my thighs and Caleb released my shoulders. I looked down at my leg and saw a pokemon bandaged over the cut.


I looked up and raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, my mom made us bring them! She said it would remind us of home.” Carson said defensively while backing away and sitting on the kitchens counter top. I sat up right when he said that. From my week of being here, not once had I seen an adult, besides Carson, come in or out of the house. I hadn’t seen any middle aged woman coming down stairs asking them what they wanted for dinner. Nor had I saw a middle aged man come from out of his study, telling the boys to shut up the screaming girl, who was afraid of tweezers. I was about to ask them where their parents were when Justin came in through the front door.

“Uh. Mariah, some guy’s about to blow my brains out if I don’t show him that your okay.” Justin said looking highly annoyed. I frowned at his statement wandering who he was talking about, when it dawned on me. I remembered who I should have called back after calling the cops.

“Paul!” I shouted. As if on cue Paul’s mop of blonde hair appeared in the doorway. Paul who was looking around the house suspiciously locked eyes on me. He was in a pair of  ash wash jeans and a white shirt. He shoved his keys in his pocket as he sprinted over to me. I hopped out of the wooden chair I was, not too long ago, being tortured in and jumped on him.


His arms were tight around me my curved waist and I breathed in his familiar scent. I breathed into his neck lazily as I pulled back.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Did he take anything?” Paul scanned his eyes over my body, obviously looking for any signs of that I was hurt. His eyes lingered on the bandage that was on my leg for a little while.

“I’m fine. The guy ran off before my neighbors came over.” I said. I moved my hand down his very tanned white arm and laced my fingers through his.

Paul moved his hand from out of mines and placed both hands on either side of my cheek and looked me deep in the eyes. “Why didn’t you call me back?”

(W/N: Hehehe, mystery Question. : )

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hehehe she was a little bit preoccupied with six hot soon :)
loved it
so good! She didnt call him back because she found someone better and hotter...
haha. Thats partially right! : )
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she forgot to call her boyfriend because she was with 6 HOT

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