Summers

Chapter I

Friday

It was just like any other day.

The sunlight was peeking through the curtains; the warmth touching her skin as she was lying down on her bed, replaying through her head how she made a fool out of herself... thinking to herself over and over again the peculiarity of a girl's logic whenever she's in love... wondering if guys feel this way... wondering if he feels this way.

The warmth of the sun was seeping through her skin.

The warmth. How she wished that warmth came from her sun - the one person her world revolves around.

The warmth. The warmth that had burnt her heart and soul for n times. She already lost count.

Should she describe this as warmth? Does it even matter? Should she even care?

She was - or is - in love, for Christ's sake.

She raised her right hand to the ceiling 'til the sunlight spotted it, and she sighed, "Warmth, huh."

She used up all her might to stand up and face another horrendous and sober day.

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The bell rang, and as usual, the students came running out of the hallways as if another minute inside their classrooms could kill them - well it actually could, if you're a teenager (we all know how much classes suck). Meanwhile...

Maybe they're having a party tonight or maybe tomorrow night, Rian thought to herself, Should I go and talk to him there? I'm fucking grounded for crying out loud! Should I sneak out? I shouldn't have hosted that party. It was all his fault. And I even got embarrassed. Stupid -

Mayday's knock on the bathroom stall's door scrambled Rian's thoughts back to the depths of her rotting brain, "You know, I'm starting to wonder if your name is the Greek for fierce or for fears. What are you even skipping class for?"

Him. She thought, but Rian replied sarcastically instead, "I'm pretty sure my parents fucked up when they Google-translated the word."

Mayday acted shocked with a matching oh-no-they-didn't gasp, "Oh really? I didn't even know they had Google in the '30s."

Rian rolled her eyes, and busted the door open, hitting Mayday on the forehead, "My parents aren't that old." She said as she headed towards the sink where she washed her hands and whisked the water towards Mayday.

Mayday gasped, narrowing her eyes on her grinning mischievous friend.

'twas one of those ordinary school days.

Ordinary - no special or distinctive features. Well, maybe that's not the appropriate word to describe it. For Rian, ordinary can never be used as a word to describe her days as long as they had their special and distinctive feature - Dean Summers.

Just hearing his name makes her feel the warmth course through her veins.

Summers, she thought. Everything about him spells out summer. He is the epitome of summer. His blond hair is as radiant as the sun. His blue eyes reflect the clear sky that reminds you of a gentle breeze, and his smile... Oh God, his smile. His smile might be the main cause of global warming, I tell you. The sight of him just makes you feel...

"Warm." Rian's lips suddenly blurted out.

"Were you saying something?" Mayday said to her newly-polished nails.