This Summer Will Be Different Novels & Stories

" I probably do. We all went to the same high school and even though we are all based in different parts of the world now, summer is still held at Malibu. Always at Malibu. It's like a tradition. I can assure you that by the end of summer these dickheads will be out of here. And that is when I get my full space to breathe. I nodded, making to check on the coffee beans. " You have been stressed out a lot today. Let me make it up to you. Let me take you out for dinner."

she replies, smiling. Oh, wow, that went better than I thought it would, “Promise? You aren’t just saying that?” I question, “Promise. We are on the same page.” She answers. I instantly relaxed, knowing we were thinking the same, for now, but there was a chance my recent thoughts would reappear, but I will just continue to fight them for the rest of our time because after the summer, we go back to our lives and possibly not see each other. “What do you want to do today?” I ask, “Or do you want to write some more?” I added.

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 glance over at Josh, wondering if he can sense the invisible tether between me and his best friend—the one I can’t ignore, the one I shouldn’t feel this strongly for because it’s his best friend, his year, his life. “Do you… think it’s gonna be like this all year?” I ask softly. He exhales sharply, as if the question stings him. “I don’t know,” he mutters, finally glancing at me, eyes shadowed, guarded. “Maybe… things are just different now.” Different. That word lands like a stone in my stomach. Because different isn’t better. Different isn’t summer. Different isn’t staying up until midnight on the beach, whispering secrets into the wind, pretending we could outrun everything.

“Old women here still call it by name. Tidewalker. They say it remembers blood. And it remembers when to come back.” A gust of hot wind rolled through the parking lot, carrying the smell of the ocean. Even a mile inland, it stung like salt. Jake swallowed. “And it’s a heatwave this week.” Sarah didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. The forecast on his phone said 98°F by Thursday. Across the lot, the cove glimmered under the sun. Too still. Too quiet. Suddenly there was an outburst, a good number of students hurrying out of school, all of them moving in one direction toward the lower fields. Voices overlapped — half questions, half panic.

There are still a couple of weeks left before the leaves change color, thus, I am, as you might say, a slacker with too much time in my hands, and as such, I have decided to go to this ‘Summer Camp’. ̶P̶̶l̶̶e̶̶a̶̶s̶̶e̶̶ ̶̶d̶̶o̶̶ ̶̶n̶̶o̶̶t̶̶ ̶̶w̶̶o̶̶r̶̶r̶̶y̶̶.̶̶ ̶

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.

And who loved listening to me read my books out loud. As summer got closer and closer to the ending he started drifting away. It surprised me a little bit but I brushed it off. It was the last day of summer when I realized it wouldn't work. Nathan had taken me to star gazing. We sat in the back of his truck gazing up at the stars. I was cuddled into his side like usual when I asked. "Are we going to tell our friends about our relationship? I know you wanted it just between us during the summer but schools tomorrow."

Over summer break, right after graduation, my parents, Stuart and Rachel Powell, decided the whole family would take a road trip together. But the moment I hauled my suitcase up to the car door, Mom's hand shot out to stop me. "There's no room. Maybe you should just sit this one out." She glanced back at the seat behind her. "Aiden doesn't want you along, either. He's not feeling well right now, so give way to him." My knuckles went white on the suitcase handle, and my throat turning bitter. Aiden was the biological son they'd lost years ago and only just found again. Ever since he came back, everything that used to be mine had gone to him. Slowly, I'd been pushed to the margins of t

Yannie Ace Ruiz "Time flies so fast, right? It's already summer, and we'll be in our 3rd year next semester!" "Yeah, it feels like we just enrolled for the 2nd semester. Now, we're already in our 3rd year!" "So, what are your plans for this vacation? Are you going home to your provinces?" "Hmm. I might not go home yet. I might look for a summer job first. How about you guys?" "Oh, I like that idea!"