My Summer Story Novels & Stories

Summer's fault for making me watch the effing crap every week when it had been on air. That was our relationship. She remembered climbing the birches near the creek and laughing. I remembered crying hysterically when she fell and broke her arm. She remembered the dancing and ambiance of senior prom. I remembered the navy dress she wore and the linebacker's hands on her. Summer-damn-Quinn saw the world as if it was a painting waiting to be created. I only saw her.

I still didn't get why they liked him. He was handsome, but well… I couldn’t quite get it. Maybe because he was my brother. Summer break was getting close in California, and there was something about the way the sun made everything smell that I loved. I had decided to spend June at my elder brother’s apartment before I resumed college. My brother, Davis, had moved out when he was nineteen and had been living alone ever since he started college. He was pissed off when I told him I was coming over, but what could he do to me?

CALLA This summer felt like a movie. Sun on my skin, water in my hair. Late night swims in the lake behind the summer house while our parents drank wine on the deck, and Miles cannon balled into the water drenching me completely. I splashed back at him, laughing, but his grin was infuriating. He moves like he is always on the ice, fast, deliberate, and impossible to catch off guard. We have done summers together since kindergarten. Our families vacation every year like it’s tradition. Same place, same inside jokes, same two families tangled together as if fate had it planned. But this year was different. Miles looked at me differently after what felt like forever.

But I loved being busy, knowing that all the time I invested would always be translated into signed contracts and formal invitations to book fairs. … By the spring of our second year, the children's picture book I managed became a great success. Bella had changed, too. She made new friends, and if their language barriers made it tough for them to understand each other, they communicated with stickers. We would bake apple pies in the kitchen and take slow trains to explore the quiet nearby towns. She had grown taller now and developed a much more cheerful personality. She no longer felt the need to trade gold stars for anyone to spend time with her.

He snickered, taking little bites from his food while staring me down. “That’s nice, I hope she doesn’t rub off her boring nature on you.” Mom joked. “Oh that can’t happen anyways.” she let out a light chuckle, looking away, I forced some food down my throat, I had long lost my appetite but didn’t want to seem rude by leaving, this was their first time here and I dinner want mom buzzing me about my attitude, she could throw me out if possible. After some moment of silence, Troy ripped his napkin and leaned back in his chair, his voice deep in gong as he spoke, I looked up at him almost immediately. “Summer you’re moving in with us.”

Just then, a young woman approached with a bouquet and said, "Hi there! Our flower shop is doing a promotion today. If couples can prove their compatibility by answering three questions with matching answers at the same time, we will give the couple a free bouquet." Connor and Anna accepted the challenge. The young girl asked, "Where did you have your first date?" "At the park." "At the cinema." Anna tugged on Connor's sleeve and said, "Are you misremembering things? We watched a romantic comedy at the cinema for our first date." Connor stiffened. He realized he'd mixed things up. The park was where he and Sylvie had their first date. Turning to Anna, he apologized, "I haven't been sleeping

She gave me a sly smile. Zara started laughing even harder. "Jeez Zara, take a breath," I said. I sat on the end of the lounge and talked to for a bit. She was back from school for a couple weeks, having spent most of the summer in Italy visiting an uncle. She had all sorts of stories about adventures on the Amalfi Coast, eating amazing food, and basically having the experience of a lifetime. "What about you?" Nita asked, "How's your summer been?"

“Fine. If I make top ten, then you run naked while yelling that you’re a dog.” The boy left with a parting statement, “Like I’m afraid of you.” Whistling, he walked out of the classroom. A week before the exams, however, Summer was in a car accident and ended up in the ICU, still unconscious. … The news caught me off guard. In my past life, I had seen her being dragged into an alley by several burly street thugs. She struggled desperately, but what chance did a girl have against several grown men in strength? “Summie, you promised me. If I take care of those vermin you despise, you’d be my girlfriend. It has been so long. Why haven’t you agreed yet?”

She motions around us, “we’ve got time.” “I guess we do,” I chuckle slightly. So I tell her the story. All of it. From the first weekend to the ski resort, from the college frat party to the Halloween party and thanksgiving, to the summer after that first year when we left home and haven’t been back. I told her about our friends at the sanctuary, the Paris catacombs and our conversation about children, to Bora Bora and our engagement. I even told her about my abortion and how it was the right thing for us at that time but now it felt like there was something between James and I. When I’m done, Annie is silent for a long minute before finally saying, “wow. You should write that down, it would

“Are you interested in some props for the Last Day of Summer Fest? We offer free juice and photos on the side.” “When is the day?" “Pardon?” Valentina looked over at her like she was staring at a grade two child. “When is the fest?” Colleen had no idea so she looked to Tobias for help and thankfully, he answered. “21st of this month. A few superstars like Johnny Crane, and Naomi Statham will be in attendance. I would recommend you get a summer hat for the occasion but unfortunately, we’re sold out. So, how about a tee shirt?”