If You Like 'the Summer I Turned Pretty' Novels & Stories

I unfolded the paper with sheer inquisitiveness, it read; 'Tomorrow, at closing period. Three Horns bar... be early.' Was this some kind of date with Salene, the number one beauty in our class? She rarely talks, though remained one of the most discussed topics in class. We all saw and spoke highly of her. She was perfection personified. A Cinderella in a modernized world. "S–sorry, wh–" I looked up and saw her walking at a distance, she didn't even care to explain what the paper was for, though I had my ideas but still...

I really struggle to get out the words and that wasn't my plan for this story. So for now (and until who knows when), Pretty Little Fears will be on an indefinite hold. I apologize once again and thank you for following this story up to this point. I can't thank y'all enough! CJ 💚

Hailee meant in bed, and he knew it since his grim, mouth tightened. “If I persisted, you shot me down with hard words and derision. You thought it amusing that I liked to be amongst flowers rather than people, but you never, not once, thought that maybe I had a right to like what I wanted to like no matter how stupid and frivolous it seemed to you.” “I never considered you stupid,” he muttered.

“Thanks for liking it. And about the snacks, there are a few you can eat, don’t worry.” That actually made me laugh, a real laugh. For a second I felt… normal. Like someone my age. Like a girl hanging out with another girl. Not a broken person trying to survive her own guilt. We got into the tent together, the fabric brushing softly behind us as we settled in. Adeline grabbed the iPad, her fingers tapping lightly across the screen. “What are we watching?” I asked. “The Summer I Turned Pretty,” she said casually, still focused on choosing the episode.

“Like what?” “Well, you’ve already said your favorite books are the classics, but you too have an eclectic taste. Romance and adventure, I think would be your passion. I know your favorite colors are bright colors; blues, yellows, pinks. I know you love your family, but you tend to back down to your sister in order to avoid an argument. I know your favorite food is pasta. Your favorite actor would be Orlando Bloom or Ryan Reynolds, someone handsome and romantic. Actress, probably Anne Hathaway or maybe Charlize Theron. Strong, independent, beautiful females like yourself. I think your favorite season would be summer, so you can run, and your new favorite vacation spot is France. How close am

He laughed looking at the album I chose to like it's a piece of dirt, I frowned at what he said, and when he noticed my reaction he immediately stopped laughing but he was just holding back his laughter. "It's Taylor Swift's recent album, she's a genius when it comes to songwriting, I love Cornelia Street, London Boy, and Cruel Summer," I said daydreaming. "Whatever you say, let's go to the counter." He laughed in response and walked towards the counter.

label on her beer, “Tell me something about yourself, Darlin’.” My eyes moved up and met hers. She exhaled and looked up at the roof of the porch, “Well, I have 2 siblings, Benny and Tallon-“ I patted her leg and interrupted her, “No, I wanna know your likes and dislikes. I want to know what makes you feel the prettiest. Who you call when you have had a bad day and if you prefer hot wings over Lemon pepper wings.” She giggled and pressed her beer to her lips taking a sip and set it between her legs, “I like anything to do with the ocean. Not just the white sandy beaches of the gulf or the crystal clear water, I like the deep dark abyss of it. The open nothingness. I strongly dislike anyone

she asked, smiling again, but her smile faded when Alex didn't answer and continued eating. She adjusted her cute glasses and smiled again. "Well, I'll tell you my likes and dislikes. I love summer more than winter. Everyone enjoys the first snow, but I don't. I get sick most of the time, so that's why I prefer summer," she grinned, but Alex didn't smile back.

Your favorite girl, Anna.

I all but spit out. "Whatever you say babe." He rolls his eyes. Then he looks at me, sheepishly smiling. "Mind if we watch something else?" He reaches for the remote, taking it from my hand. "I guess." I lie back, stiff over his arm. "There." He picks White Chicks. I mean, I don't mind. I actually like that movie. This won't be so bad. ••••••••••••••••••••••••