I'll Never Forget What You Did That Summer Romane & Geschichten

"I want you to do this one thing, Adonis. It is...you should forget me, once this camp is over." I look at him confused, not understanding what he meant. "I mean, you should never tell anyone about me, even your best friend. You should just forget you met me. No Theodore Reigns attended this camp." For some reason, I suddenly feel something in my chest. I should forget him after this camp? And we are never going to meet again after this camp is over? "Adonis, you'll forget this, won't you?" He asks.

"We studied together in high school, Hana. Me and you, I mean. You just don't remember me, but your sister, surprisingly, did." Hana covered her mouth, shocked and embarrassed. "For heaven's sake- I'm so sorry, my memory is horrible when it comes to real people." "Only important people and the ones who harmed her, stay in her mind, forever." "Taeyang! Don't be so rude with the doctor." He nodded, holding his smile.

"O-Of course. We're friends." Satisfied with my response, Bethany finally let go of my arm and followed me inside. I opened the door, but the office was pitch-black. "Dad, these are the friends I mentioned, the ones coming to work here for the summer," I said cautiously. Before I could introduce them, they pushed past me and crowded into the room. "Hello, Mr. Parker. We're here for the summer jobs. May I know what the pay is like? Is ten thousand dollars a month okay? Oh, and I'm not really into factory work. Can I get an office job instead?"

"I can be Spider-Man and Batman? Best day ever!" He turned and bolted up the stairs two at a time, already lost in his own joy, completely unaware of the storm gathering beneath our roof. Alone in the hallway, my fingers drifted to the pendant resting against my collarbone, the one I had worn every single day for ten years. I didn't need to look at it to know the words engraved across its surface. 'Next summer, find me if you can.' I had written that promise for me and Miguel, believing it was the beginning of a love story.

Grandma looked at Mom and sighed heavily, but she didn't forgive her. She turned to Dad and said, "I'll never forgive your wife. She killed Ivy. I won't forgive her for the rest of my life. "I'm not coming to the city anymore. You two can live your lives. Don't bother coming out to the countryside to see me either." Dad watched Grandma's retreating figure and sniffled, but said nothing. I hurried after her. I was never leaving her side again.

She swallowed hard, trying not to think about what might have been. “And then the house fire… where he swore he heard someone calling for help. Eddie says that those were his last words, an insistence that someone had been in there.” She shuffled back through the yellowed pages, re-reading that part. “The house was supposed to be rented for the full summer, through an agency. But the person who rented it never showed up, and never asked for a refund. It was a cash transaction, so not traceable.” Also not unheard of in those days, before everything was done through apps and online.

I looked up, and under the shade of the trees, he stood quietly—tall and composed—but his face was hidden in shadow. It was summer, and the cicadas buzzed noisily in the background. It suddenly brought me back to the end of the video I had seen in the theater. He had been sitting there, hands clenched tightly together, saying, “Sadie, I want you to be happy.” Even now, I couldn’t forget those words. So, I answered him, “Because someone wants me to be happy.”

She stared at him, intently. “One crazy summer, he exchanged with my place. I was delighted to be free of Cedric’s wrath and Caiden was delighted to meet all of you. He became obsessed of being outside and not only that, he was also obsessed of you.” I bowed down and couldn’t help but clutch my head as I remember those summers I spend with Alex. Did I really do all this with her? Am I really that romantic as a child? I guess, even if I lose all my memory, I am still sweet. I continue listening to my twin and can’t help but bite the straps of my bag so as to endure the pain on my head.

Summer Love. I didn't think the summer part mattered. Sure we did fall in love during the summer. That doesn't mean I didn't expect it to last past that. It didn't matter to me that he was Nathan Kalis's school-bad boy. To me, he was just Nathan. The man couldn't go more than ten minutes before demanding a kiss. Who always wanted me to cuddle into him. And who loved listening to me read my books out loud.