【 𝐁𝐀𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑.⋆｡ﾟ🌊｡
❝ It's a cruel summer
with you ❞
everything changed after summer torres came and went. surfing changed, their friend group changed, even the small town of shorehaven seemed to change itself with the american's abse...
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THE MORE SUMMER explains, the more my confusion settles, replaced instead by clarity.
"Wait, so..." I hold up a hand, trying to make sense of the bombshell Summer just dropped on me, "The real reason you're here isn't moral support? You're actually here to try out?" I emphasize the two words at the end, blinking at the girl in front of me.
She smiles sheepishly, hands clasped together. "Well, I wouldn't say real reason, but-,"
"But I thought all the surf beaches near you sucked?" I cut her off, "Are you even any good? Summer, you do know today are finals, right?" I can't help belabouring her with questions. I have so many.
Summer's dust of shyness intensifies, the wattage of her smile kicking up a notch. "They do, but, I dunno..." She trails. "I just kept going back. At first to feel closer to you and the others but then it sort of evolved into something more. I love it. I dunno how else to say it. And also ouch."
"Sorry," I shake my head, "I just can't believe it, is all... How are you feeling?"
"A little nervous," Summer admits, "I have to go check in with the selectors, but..." She suddenly turns into a sheep, her head falling.
I recognise the unease and second-guessing as if it's painted in bold letters across her forehead.
Sighing, I try my best to paste on a smile, "I'll go with you." I hold my head up.
Summer's gaze shoots up, "Really? You don't-"
"-Don't ask." I toss an arm around her neck, dragging her out into the hall and down to the wave pool where the administrator's booth is.
The whole way, Summer tries to tamper her nerves, pasting back on that sleek coolness I know her so well for. Becoming unfazed when she picks her head up, striding toward the table to begin speaking.
