Summer Guys Novels & Stories

"He's funny, Sarah. And cute too.” Jason wiggled his brows at me as I finally snatched my phone back. I was blushing but also relieved. "Mom! Dad! Stop embarrassing me." "We're just saying, it’s good to see you smiling again. Anyway, what are your plans for the summer, dear?" I hesitated for a moment and heaved a deep sigh. "Well... summer camp, apparently, Mom. Since I'm part of the student council now." "Oh, that sounds exciting!" my mom swelled in excitement. "Finally, you are joining that camp that you hated ever since. But just be careful, okay? And remember to pack sunblock. You burn easily."

Those moments in the utility closet were the last I saw of him. My friends and I spent the summer basking in the sun, grilling, and playing in the backyard. We would have some plan or another every weekend, everything from attending concerts to holding water gun tournaments—in which Betty eventually arose as the undefeated champion—to barbecues filled with the scent of smoked meat and cold beer. All in all, it was an idyllic summer; late nights catching fireflies in mason jars, reading in shafts of sunlight, sewing in my little attic room.

Lyzza looked around upon hearing Summer’s shrill and cute voice. She saw Summer waving at her while she was in her father’s arms going down the escalator that connected the airline and his office. Summer was wearing her pink dress and pink shoes. Her shoulder-length hair was also tied high while her bangs almost blocked the little girl’s eyes. She tried hard not to laugh, noticing Summer’s furry pink bag that was slung over Gideon’s shoulder. He was big and looked respectable in his expensive suit, but the bag ruined it all. Summer gave her a big smile when they finally got close to her. She immediately asked her father to put her down and climbed into her lap.

Like I said, sicko! There was a group of 6 guys that were pretty cool, Carl and John were part of this group of 6. They all eventually caught on to my “open door” tendencies and also wanted “in.” It was a little crazy for a while but eventually they/ we got organized and made the best of a “working” summer.

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.

With just seven days left until the college entrance exam, the high school's PA system suddenly crackled to life during the morning break. “My name is Lily Smith. I’m a senior. Before I graduate, I’d like to confess my feelings to my crush.” Inside the classroom, every eye instantly locked onto Jack. The room exploded into rowdy cheers and teasing. Jack felt his face burn as his heart hammered against his ribs. After all, he had spent three whole years cracking jokes to help his childhood friend, Lily, overcome the deep dark pit of her depression. On her eighteenth birthday, she had even initiated their first kiss. “You were the light that pulled me out of the darkness. I hope that once

Please, let him never break her heart like he broke mine. “Got a long list of ex-lovers… they’ll tell you I’m insane!” Summer sang along at the top of her lungs, and Helios grimaced. “Princess, those lyrics are a little old for you.” I rolled my eyes. Really? He’s arguing with a seven-year-old about pop songs. “She loves Taylor Swift,” I said flatly, since Summer had already tuned him out. We pulled up to school just as Summer spotted a boy with messy black hair waiting by the gate. She practically leaped out of the car the second we stopped.

♤♤JAKE’S POV♤♤ “I miss you, though. How’re you doing?” she asked. “Fine,” Keith replied. “How about you? It’s boring here without you.” “I’m okay. I’ll be back home for Thanksgiving and Christmas.” “I hope so. Is college hard?” Summer let out a sigh. “So far? It’s been… okay. My lectures start tomorrow. How’s eight grade?” “Aside Mrs. Langford, it’s fine. Guess what? Owen finally has a girlfriend—”

"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.

He was driving me insane with that slurping sound, sucking on the watermelon with juice dripping from his chin, targeting his seeds like a sniper. People's obsession with talking loudly and making wild hand gestures, the crowd smelling of sticky sunscreen, skin rubbing against skin... Welcome to the sensory overload capital of the world. And of course, my sunscreen wasn’t one of those "tear-free" formulas either—it was burning its way right into my sandy eyes!