Summer's Light

Summer's Light (3)

Chapter Three

            “Come on, Summer.” Chad tried to pull me towards the stadium with little result. I wouldn’t budge, not for a million dollars. No way in hell I was ever going to attend one of their concerts ever again. No, no, no.

            I whined, letting the little, immature, child in me shine through. “Chad, do we really have to go? I don’t like this band at all. The guitar riffs are pretty cool, but you know me. I’m more of a ‘Bring Me The Horizon’ or ‘Bullet For My Valentine’ type of girl. I hate the vocals. They’re squeaky, like a mouse on steroids. And…”

            Chad interrupted me, “Summer, can you not diss this band? It’s one of my favorites.”

            “Whatever. I’m not going in. End of it.” I crossed my arms in a final, letting it be known that my mind was dead set on not going. He shrugged carelessly, then went on without me. Wow, some date. My call made him stop, “Hey!” He turned around, looking ever so hopeful. “Toss me your cigarettes. They’ll probably confiscate them anyway.”

            He sighed, and fished around in his pockets, producing the pack of Marlboro’s. “Don’t fucking smoke them all, got it?” I just rolled my eyes, and as soon as he was in line, I decided to go for a walk in the woods, seeing as how it was most likely illegal to smoke near the stadium grounds.

            The stadium didn’t have a name, it was just that: the stadium. It was a large building directly in the middle of the thick woods surrounding it. They had concerts there all the time, and all in all, it was an okay place. Not exactly a mosh zone though, because it was pretty old and falling to bits.

            I entered the woods where no one could see me, and lit up my smoke. The warm cloud of poison filled my lungs as I took a drag, making me grin in satisfaction. I flicked the ashes, and leant up against the nearest tree for support. No, not a tree. A…person?

            “Ow!” They shouted as we both fell. Lucky for us, my cigarette was in my farthest hand, and I caught it before it burnt us, or fell and started a forest fire. “Watch it, bimbo!”

            Wow, nice people you meet in Baltimore. I whispered a chorus. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you. No need for names.”

            The stranger lit a lighter, and I could see her face. She was beautiful; more so in the dim firelight. She had light red hair, streaked with major blonde highlights, and loads of piercings. Her eyes were framed with thick lashes, no make up needed. She had the biggest jugs I’d ever seen on a girl who looked my age. But, she was a little shorter than I. Still, she was gorgeous.

            She smiled at me, “Oh, dude! Sorry, I thought you were someone else for a minute. I didn’t mean bimbo as a derogatory thing, I swear.”

            “It’s chill.”

            “What’s your name?”

            I took a long drag before answering, exhaling it out my nose, “Summer. You?”

            “I’m Hollie.” She eyed my smoke. “Do you possibly have another one of those?” I nodded once, and flipped open the pack. She surprised me by giving me a hug. “Thank you. Thank you so good.” I giggled at her last sentence. She was so original. She took a smoke and lit it up, just as I stomped mine out.

            “So what brings you here?”

            She shrugged her petite shoulders, “Eh. Scoping some guy candy walking through those doors, even though this band sucks.”