Summertime Nostalgia Novels & Stories

Mom gives the boys a Christmas college break to remember. Enjoy.. ****** I told you about what happened with my wife Dana, our son Jake, and his friends Mike, Tommy, and Chris in "A Summer to Remember". After a summer of gangbangs with the boys, Dana told the them before they went off to the college that it had been a great summer but it had to end there.

𝄞 Kiss me hard before you go Summertime sadness I just wanted you to know That baby, you the best I got my red dress on tonight Dancin' in the dark, in the pale moonlight Done my hair up real big, beauty queen style High heels off, I'm feelin' alive… 𝄞 Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey played again, causing the atmosphere to become more awkward. "I guess… I'll turn it off." She said finally as she turned off the radio. The silence continued as Eros' tapped his fingers on the steering and she looked out the window. "We'll be there in an hour." He said, breaking the silence. "Oh… no problem." She replied, nodding her head.

NATHAN’S POV It took us several hours, but we finally got there. I pulled up to the summer house, the old familiar feeling washing over me. It had been years since I'd been here, but the memories came flooding back. My parents, Daniel, and I would spend our summers here, playing in the woods, and swimming in the lake. It was a place of happiness, of freedom. My mind went back to the events of the entire day, trying to wrap my head around what was happening. How did I go from ironing out things with Ash to preventing a war all in one day?

"The smart watch is going to break before the agreement period is even up." "Theo may think he got a new smart watch, but he just got himself a smart pager instead. Poor little thing." … Time passed after that, and soon, it was Theo's summer break. I was just discussing the company's development plans with Austin for the next five years when I suddenly caught sight of the comments once again becoming active. "Damn! I've been paying so much attention to the villains' daily life that I forget we're almost at a crucial point in the main plot!"

"This town reminds me of the one where Fey’s mom, Fey and I used to spend summers. The cobblestone streets, the little shops —it's like a trip down memory lane." Darius leaned back in his chair, his eyes softening. "Tell me more about those summers, Layla. I want to know everything." And so, Layla began to weave tales of sunlit afternoons, ice cream cones, and the warmth of their embrace. Darius listened intently, captivated by the vivid images Layla painted with her words. As they delved into memories, the weight of the quest momentarily lifted, replaced by the shared nostalgia of summers gone by.

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

“You can look up there. Maybe it’s there.” *** The attic was colder than I had expected. The air was thick with dust, the scent of old wood and dust lingered. Mara coughed softly, waving a hand through the haze. We worked in silence, opening different boxes and shifting through stacked photo frames of weddings, pack events and festivals. Elder Summers’ past stared up at us in frozen faces. “I don’t see anything that dates back to that time,” Mara said after a while, her tone frustrated. “Just a lot of old memories and people who probably all hate each other now.”

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.

At five, he's now getting too big to sit on my husband's shoulders. Of course, summer feels far away now. Of course, summer feels far away now, so different from the thrilling chaos of my youth, those nights spent lost in the rapture of music, the thrill of strangers' kisses, and the intoxicating rush that seemed to stretch endlessly into dawn. How long has it been since I stayed up past midnight, or did something by myself, instead of sitting in front of my laptop or taking care of my kid in this flat that is starting to feel suffocatingly small?

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.”