The Summer I Turned Pretty Book Novels & Stories

But Jessie was way ahead of her, up like a shot and sifting through what was there. “Ohhh, this one is perfect!” She exclaimed, pulling out a pretty, fit and flare sundress, pale pink and covered in a delicate flower pattern. It was perfect for the warm summer evening they were headed for. But Aiden shook her head. “Nope. I am not dressing for a date, Jess.” “Oh stop. Its cute, you’ll look casual and sexy, and it’ll give Mitch all the right ideas.” “No thank you!” she said firmly, starting to look through her drawers instead. Eventually, she pulled out a pair of light blue capris and a loose white blouse. “There.”

He kept his look consistent until she hesitantly let up on the stranglehold she had on the book and given it over to him. He reclined and flipped through the polished pages, stopping to a great extent prior to smiling innocently up at her. He looked so stunningly attractive that briefly she didn't understand that he was conversing with her. "My apologies, since I didn't exactly get what I am seeing through you right now." She murmured and his smile extended as he flipped the book toward her, tapping his long pointer on the image of a smiling dark Labrador retriever. "I had one very much like this," he informed and she scowled.

"Finn, I need you to have someone help me with something." … In Summit Academy's kindergarten division, Merida handed Beau the paper bag in class 1B. "Beau, here you go." Beau quickly took the bag and opened it. His eyes immediately reddened. "Why did you choose this particular shirt for me?"

A beat later, Brandon’s voice snapped back clear. “Dude, check your messages. Just sent you a pic. You’re gonna thank me.” I didn’t want to thank him. But the screen blinked with a new message. A photo. I opened it. The place was a boil of light—neon, sweat, bodies hovered in groups. And there, center frame… Summer. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I flinched as I zoomed in. A skimpy black dress hugged her like it had been poured on. Thin straps bit into her shoulders, neckline plunging so low it left almost nothing to the imagination. The hem flirted with mid-thigh, collarbone glowing under the light, a chain glinting at her throat.

“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.

Brianna’s little hands grasp ours like we're a family. “Alright, Bri,” I start, holding the book out in front of us. “What story are we reading tonight?” “The princess and the frog!” she declares, eyes sparkling. Kevin groans dramatically. “You always read that!” I smirk, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “How dare you complain about such a masterpiece?” As I read, I exaggerate voices, making Kevin act as a cute frog, Brianna squeals in delight, clutching her blanket tighter when I narrate the part where Tiana becomes a frog too.

“Cut the bullshit. We both know you’re not capable of falling in love. That’s like asking you to climb Everest without oxygen.” Before I can respond, a bright pink G-Wagon rolls up the driveway and stops right in front of us. The door swings open. Summer steps out in a tiny leather skirt and a leopard-print top that barely contains her tits. Her long blonde hair flows down her back as she pulls off her sunglasses. “Babeee!” She squeals, rushing straight at me. She leaps into my arms, wrapping herself around me like a damn vine. “I’ve missed you soooo much!”

I didn't sleep well all night, but she seemed to sleep soundly… "She said she liked four-leaf clovers, but the grass at the orphanage had been trampled bare. I cut the shape of a four-leaf clover out of a green plastic bottle and gave it to her. She was happy for days…" In the footage, Whitney's hands began to tremble uncontrollably. Her expression shifted from initial disdain to shock before her face paled completely. In disbelief, she flipped through the diary over and over, skimming the entries more than a dozen times.

"Open it." ‎ ‎I hesitated. ‎ ‎"I hope it suits you," Eve said, still smiling. ‎ ‎Slowly, I peeled back the wrapping paper. ‎ ‎The bright colors hit me first. Then the sharp smell of cheap ink. ‎ ‎My stomach dropped when I saw the title printed across the cover. ‎ ‎How to Turn a Straight Man into a Gay Guy. ‎For a second, everything went quiet. You could have heard a pin drop. Even I seemed to stop breathing.

"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.