Summerboy - Macklin Celebrini
a/n: I am so excited for this series! I hope you all enjoy!
about: When Will brings his best friend Macklin on vacation with his family but Y/N, Will's sister, has a massive crush on Macklin. This will be a long vacation.
warnings: None!
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Every summer for a month my family goes to Cape Cod for a little getaway. This year I’m really looking forward to it because I haven’t seen Grace, Will, or Mom in a while because of college. I’m on the phone with Grace on the drive there because everyone got there yesterday but my flight from Texas didn’t land until last night.
“Oh my god did Mom tell you Will brought Macklin.” Grace says
“Macklin? Like Celebrini?”
“Yes and they are already annoying me so much.”
Grace goes on about what they’ve been doing all morning but my heart drops.
Will and Macklin were rivals for a while before they became best friends when they got drafted to the same team. Now they’re practically attached at the hip.
No one knows that I have the fattest crush on Macklin. If Will were to find out, I think he would actually kill him.
Time Skip
When I pull up to the house my mom comes out the front door practically screaming with her arms open. Grace follows behind her.
“Y/N! BABY! I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!” Mom nearly tackles me in a hug.
“Mom,” I laughed into her shoulder, “I love you so much and I missed you too but I am so tired from all the traveling.”
“Okay, okay,” she says, pulling back but still holding my arms like she hasn’t seen me in years. “Grace and I will take your stuff. Go say hi to your brother, he misses you.”
I walk inside the house, the familiar smell of the ocean and sunscreen filling the air. The place hasn’t changed since we were kids. Same creaky floors. Same beach photos on the walls.
I make my way upstairs to Will’s room and push the door open.
Before I can even say anything, he jumps up and wraps me in a bear hug.
“Y/N! I’m so glad you're here. We have so much to catch up on!”
“I know,” I laugh, squeezing him back. “I missed you so much.”
He finally lets go and flops back onto his bed.
“Mack is here by the way.”
My stomach flips.
“Oh yeah Grace told me.” I try to sound normal. Casual. Unbothered.
“I’m gonna go take a nap,” I add quickly. “I’ll see you at dinner.”
“Yeah yeah,” Will waves me off. “Sleepy college girl.”
Time Skip
I wake up from the longest nap of my life and drag myself downstairs.
The sun is starting to set and everyone is on the patio eating hot dogs and burgers. The ocean breeze drifts through the yard and I can hear the waves from the beach down the road.
“Y/N honey let me make you a plate,” Mom says the second she sees me.
“Thanks, Mom.”
As I walk toward the table my eyes land on him.
Macklin.
He’s leaning back in his chair, talking to Will with a half smile on his face. His hair is messy like he’s been running his hands through it all day and he’s wearing a simple Sharks hoodie and athletic shorts.
Like he just rolled out of bed looking like that.
He glances up. Our eyes meet. I immediately look away and try to hide my blush by plopping down next to Grace.
“Too tired to say hello to everyone?” Will teases.
“Hello everyone,” I say flatly. “Is that better?”
Grace snorts.
Dinner goes by slowly with everyone catching up. Mom talks about the drive up, Grace complains about her job, and Will keeps making dumb jokes.
I mostly stare down at my food, too scared to speak up in case I say something embarrassing in front of Macklin.
“So Y/N,” Grace says, nudging my shoulder, “how was school?”
“It was good. I got an internship with the football team in the fall to dress them next season so I’m super excited about that.”
“Yeah,” Will says immediately, grinning like an idiot, “Y/N is excited to hang out with football players.”
“That's just not true,” I snapped. “I’m one that actually cares about my job.”
Macklin chuckles beside him.
The sound makes my stomach flip.
“I care about my job,” Will says, offended.
“Oh yeah?” I raise an eyebrow. “Name three things you did today that weren’t bothering Grace.”
“Hey,” Grace points at him, “that's actually a good question.”
Will opens his mouth, pauses, then shrugs.
“Training.”
“You were in the pool for twenty minutes,” Grace says.
“Recovery,” Will corrects.
Everyone laughs and the tension at the table breaks a little.
I finally risk another glance at Macklin.
He’s already looking at me.
He quickly looks away, taking a sip of his drink like he didn’t just get caught. My heart does something stupid in my chest.
Later that night everyone slowly starts clearing the table.
Mom and Grace take the plates inside while Will goes to grab something from the garage.
I stand there awkwardly for a second, debating if I should help or just disappear back upstairs.
“Long day of traveling?” a voice says behind me.
I turn around.
Macklin is leaning against the railing of the patio, hands in the pockets of his hoodie.
Up close he somehow looks even better. Which honestly feels unfair.
“Yeah,” I say. “Texas to Boston is… a lot.”
“I bet.” He nods. “You looked half asleep at dinner.”
“Thanks.”
He laughs softly.
The sound is quieter this time. Just between us.
For a second neither of us says anything.
The sky is turning dark and the porch lights cast a soft glow across the patio.
“So,” he says after a moment, “internship with the football team?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s cool.”
“I guess,” I shrug. “I mostly just help with equipment and uniforms.”
“Still,” he says. “Sounds important.”
I look up at him, surprised.
Most people just make jokes about it like Will did.
“You’re the first person that’s said that,” I admit.
“Well,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck, “I know what it’s like having people think your job is a joke.”
I smile a little.
“Your job is definitely not a joke.”
He grins.
“Tell that to your brother.”
We both laugh.
Another quiet moment settles between us.
The kind that should feel awkward but somehow doesn’t.
“Well,” he says finally, pushing off the railing, “I should probably go help before your mom thinks I’m slacking.”
“Yeah,” I nod. “Probably.”
He starts walking toward the door but stops for a second.
Then he looks back at me.
“I’m glad you're here, by the way.”
My heart skips.
“It’ll be more fun now that you’re around.”
Before I can respond, he slips inside the house.
I stand there on the patio for a second, staring at the door.
Great.
It’s the first night.
And I’m already in trouble.
