Novel & Cerita Summer At The Cape

“I’m sure you and Jessie can get in plenty of beach time over the next few days. Just like old times.” Aiden laughed, for the first time that morning feeling carefree and in her element, elated at the sheer luck of the timing. All of them, Jessie, Mitch, herself, and some other long time friends had practically made a career out of life by the shore, taking full advantage of Adelaide’s cottage being right on the water with its own private little stretch of beach, and grateful for every moment. It could prove all too easy to fall back into that breezy rhythm. “Keep talking like that and I might have to extend this trip into the whole summer.”

I’d rather die than live without her. I shifted and went for a run. A run would take the load off my shoulders, and I didn’t have the courage to have the conversation with Summer. She would kick my ass but I wouldn’t change my mind. I ended up spending hours out there. I smelt a foreign scent and spent more time tracking it. Ultimately, my efforts to locate the foreign scent were fruitless. I decided to return to the cabin when the afternoon sun hung heavy on my head. I found Summer sitting on the porch with her head in her hands and her elbows on her thighs. She wore a short blue dress, and her soft wavy hair blew in the wind. I felt like dick. I left her alone all day.

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.

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?

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.”

He had spent previous summers at his desk, leaving later than usual because the late light made the office feel less like staying late and more like simply staying, going home to an apartment that was warm in the wrong way. This summer he left on time. More than on time — early, occasionally, in the way of a person who had somewhere to be that was better than staying. He noticed the city differently too. The Saturday markets, which had been part of his life since April, were at full summer capacity now — more stalls, more people, the cheese woman with her opinions and the bread stall and the plant seller who had been there every week since May and whose stock Adrian had been eyeing with the

"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?"

ASHLEY’S POV “Summer Royal Academy” The sign read. I walked down the path of the sign until I was staring at a big black gate. It had hefty pillars built on the sides and even though it read ‘academy’ at the gate, it could pass for a prison. “Miss, are you lost?” A very hefty man walked up to me from the gate and questioned. I gulped in a wholesome amount of saliva, terrified by the mere size of the man, before attempting to respond to his question.

Patrick replied. After dinner they took a walk on the beach. The sky was dark, there were very few stars in the sky and no moon. Summer broke down and cried in her father's arms and he comforted her. "Let it all out." Patrick patted her hair." Tomorrow you will be a new person, leaving all your heart ache behind. Bobby Styles will wish he had never betrayed you." Summer sniffled and wiped her tears. A smile spread across her lips. Her father was right. She was going to re invent herself and come back better than ever.

And there was just one person on this earth who help me with that. Poseidon Park emerged more alive and sparkling in May, as chunks of families and couples rushed to participate in the summer carnival which presented a lot more fun-filled activities in the heat than it did during the chilly weather. I made my way across the stalls which, as usual, burst with enthusiastic customers with their pockets jingling with tokens. However, I had eyes only for the enormously intimidating marquee located at the far end of the stalls, completely away from the hullabaloo.