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"Aidan, you need to wake up honey." Angie thrust her knuckles across his door. She was greeted by a groan that usually was enough to know the youngster was stirring.

Aidan slept in pitch darkness, it helped him escape into the pits of his dreams. His imagination was able to run wild and create impossible and implausible situations. He hated waking up.

After his sixteenth birthday, which was about a month ago. Aidan had become more independent of his parents. He'd also started disagreeing with them; usually to get a reaction. He was well and truly going through the prime teenage years.

Aidan rubbed the remnants of sleep from his eyes and lazily lay slumped in bed for a few extra minutes. He had been exploring the sun-bleached locks of an attractive faceless girl. She seemed so familiar and yet Aidan couldn't place her.

She smelt salt encrusted. They played hide and seek across the beach and Aidan kept on trying to take a step closer to get a better glimpse at her appearance.

She kept on asking him to."Save her." Every instance he tried to figure out how to do so, he was blinded by her beauty and lost his train of thoughts. It was almost as if she wanted his help but she didn't know how to explain it to him.

Every instance she tried to say a word, her mouth didn't let her voice her thoughts. She was mute; Aidan was puzzled by her.

Whilst Aidan returned back to the warmth of his bed he lay in a dazed state. Waking up was a painful process he always tried to avoid whenever possible but his parents didn't quite agree with his opinion.

Although it wasn't a school day, Angie liked him to wake up early and seeing as he had football practise later it didn't seem like a bad idea. Aidan loved his football team, it kept him in good fitness and out of trouble.

As Aidan pulled open his curtain, he was greeted by the radiant spells of sunshine that had decided to grace the beginning of his day. He could hear the slight chirping and titering  of the bird between themselves, he was adjusting to the lightness of the sunrise.

Today is going to a wonderful day. He allowed a mischievous smile to sprawl across his face before realising how early it really was.

Is it really necessary to be awake this early?

Aidan was not a morning person, Angie and Dave were the complete opposite. They would go for early morning walks and begin their day as soon as the sun was up.

They completely understand that Aidan still needed his sleep as he was growing still, but that didn't mean he could lie in.

"Good morning Mr-Grumpy, what would you like for breakfast."

"Angie, it's 6AM. I don't think people ever eat breakfast this early in the morning."

"My sweet child, that is where you are wrong." Angie pecked the top of Aidan's forehead.

"I think some eggs and bacon will lighten your mood, buddy." Dave brushed passed Aidan and tussled his bed hair.

In the background, the radio was playing some peaceful classical music. It was Dave's favourite thing to listen to, probably becomes it was as calm as he was.

It set the ambiance to the room and readjusted Aidan's hormones level for a brief amount of time. He was no longer as disgruntled.

Aidan murmured in agreement. As much as he tried to be hormonal conflicted teenager, he didn't really have much energy to argue with his parents. They were too good to him.

"Aidan, I'm not sure if I mentioned to you about it, but do you remember how that little Spanish girl used to come and visit us every summer when you were little?"Angie tilted her head reminiscing those long summer holidays a couple years back.

Her head snapped her thoughts back to reality after a few moments."Well her grandparents aren't very well again, so we've decided to let her stay with us until they get better. Is that okay with you, honey?"

Angie perched on the stool next to Aidan and purposefully brushed her leg against his to grab his attention.

"Before you say no, you guys always used to get on really well and she doesn't really have anywhere else to stay." Dave butt in before he anticipated Aidan's response.

Aidan liked being an only child, he liked having the complete and utter attention of his parents. From what he could briefly recall, the little girl they were referring to was Lunetta.

Lunetta was one of the figures who always reappeared in his dreams. She had sun bleached hair, her skin was a mixture of marbled browns and her laugh was the equivalent to a blossoming flower in the meadows.

He remembered the trips they would regularly make to Spain to visit her. She was a little sun-kissed angelic creature.

From what he could recall her parents weren't around anymore, he never asked why. He didn't even ask if she had any other siblings. He just likes making her smile.

They used to make up stories and put on mini production for his parents. He missed not seeing her throughout the year. She was the ray of the sunshine to his summers. He used to see her regularly when they had time to travel.

She was so grateful to have the attention of such a caring couple like Angie and Dave. She wrote to them regularly pleading that they would whisk her away back to Italy with them. But, her grandparents were also fond of the little girl. More than Angie and Dave had realised.

But lately with his parents being so busy with their printing business and Aidan starting high school. They'd all been to visit to pay her much attention.

Aidan hadn't thought about her for a couple of years; he was old enough now to decide how he spent his summers.

"I guess, it wouldn't be so bad. I mean you've known her since she was a baby and I really liked spending time with her. When is she coming?" Aidan posed the question to Dave.

"Well, son ... when he said her grandparents weren't well; we meant that they are very close to passing away. As you know your health deteriorates as you get older and her grandfather has had cancer for half a decade. Poor man." Dave's voice tumbled down an octave.

"Your Father and I agreed that we'd all go and support her through this troublesome time." Angie cocked her head to the side again, she usually did this when she was slightly distressed or distracted.

"Why didn't you just say that in the first place?" Aidan blurted out.

"Aidan, you have to remember she's three years younger than you. At the age of thirteen I don't think you'd be able to cope with something like this on your own, would you?"

Aidan knew Angie was right; it was a rhetorical question.

"When are we off then?" Aidan tried to lighten the sullen mood that their conversation had taken.

"Friday."

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