500 Days Of Summer Movie Script Mga Nobela at Kwento

“But back then... I didn’t know if I could deserve you.” My heart clenched. “You don’t get to decide that for me, Justin.” He stopped walking. We were in front of a small café with fairy lights and gentle jazz music spilling into the sidewalk. “I know,” he whispered. We sat. Ordered coffee. And then he began to tell me everything. How Summer was conceived during a rough patch in his life—one reckless night with Cassandra after a heated argument with his father. How Cassandra left without saying goodbye. How she resurfaced years later, asking for financial support but not emotional ties.

When I got up in the evening, Summer was home. As I emerged from the room, she stared at me in surprise. "Why are you back so early? Don’t you have overtime?" "I took the day off. I didn't go to work." I stretched and yawned. "Took a day off? Did the sun rise from the west today? You, Serena Hart, took a day off?" Summer looked at me skeptically. I simply nodded in response. Seeing my gloomy expression, Summer gave me a puzzled look. "Where were you last night?"

“You give me seventy days.” I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my ears. "Seventy days of what?" His gaze drops briefly to my lips, then back to my eyes. “Of you,” he says. Being generous, indeed. “Yeah. Right. Option 3?” Noah scoffs, turning toward the window indifferently. "Off you go, then. I am just feeling bad for your boy's life." He knows he has me cornered. "Fine." I grit out. "I'm listening."

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.

I rolled my eyes, massaging my forehead that was starting to ache before responding. “Yes, he was my rival and enemy. But that was years ago before we got to know each other and fell in love. And it was in eighth grade, not third." Silence fell for the next few minutes as we just looked at each other. Clarissa entered the room, her lips curled into a sneer, trying to join a conversation she clearly wasn’t part of. “You’re making a big mistake, Summer,” I stared irritably when she said that, my face scrunched up as she approached, supporting my mother who had returned to her dramatic state. “Alessandro is heartbroken right now.”

“Honey, wait! Where’s my good morning kiss?” The two of them flirted for a while. They sounded like a couple on their honeymoon. “I’m heading to the office. Take care of the baby at home.” As the car disappeared down the road, I took a deep breath. Just then, my phone buzzed. [Honey, save some room for dessert tonight. I’m bringing you your favorite strawberry shortcake.] [Okay.] I replied flatly and got up to wash up. When I opened the door, I heard Summer swearing in the kitchen, “Stupid deaf idiot, why didn’t you just die in that car accident?

Josh commanded as he ran ahead of Asher down the long brightly lit hospital corridor. "I'm coming." Asher sighed picking up his pace to keep up with his son. It had been three months since Summer had fallen from the second floor of Jackson's mansion in an attempt to end everything. Three long months of unknown, would she wake up... unknown... would she remain a vegatable... unknown.... would she die...unknown.

~BELLUS POV~ It's been a month, I was having these dreams and it felt so real. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I have a dream and there I met my partner so, that's the reason I'm late" I said to them with pleading eyes. "For fuck sake Beau! The call time was 8 AM! not 11 AM!" Keith yelled at me. "I'm sorry na~~~, please don't kick me out to this group project, please" I pleaded to him. When I hear Pawell laughs.