remember when

eleven

remember when we spent the rest of the summer together? my family was in the city the whole time so we were free to go out anytime. i think i actually haven't spent only like two days of the summer with you.

you took me to museums. ("milady, may i present to you the great painting that has enchanted many people with its simplicity and true beauty..," you said as we turned around a corner in the museum. i stared at the painting for a while. then i burst out laughing. "are... you... kidding... it's—it's just a coffee stain mixed with vomit isn't it?! this is called art?!" i managed to say in between laughs. "milady, art is a mysterious thing," you replied in that fake british accent i completely loved. a few minutes later, we were asked to leave the museum because of our 'inappropriate behaviour', but it was worth it.) 

you took me to theme parks. ("i'm sorry love but i'm not going on that rollercoaster. that's too much for me," i blabbered, but you just looked at me and smiled. "what?" i asked. "it's so damn hot when you call me love," you admitted and kissed me hungrily. "okay then. i will say it very often, love," i replied and you grinned. "yes please," you sighed. "but i'm still not going there, love." i announced.)

you took me on trips. ("i can't do this anymore!" i panted as you pulled me up the steep hill. "no no no no no! you are not giving up now! i forbid you!" you yelled at me. "ugggh. i hate you." "no you don't... just wait for the..," you paused as we reached the top of the hill, "... view," you added. from up there, we could see it all—the whole valley, the hills, the little cottages and the big, sparkling city in the distance.)

it was the best summer of my life, with quite a spectacular ending.

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a/n: this is terrible i know. plus i haven't updated in twelve days bc i've been to ireland, but i'm updating this again later today.