A Summer To Remember // A Spot Conlon au

The End

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the familiar grounds of Medda's summer camp. The trees, once filled with the laughter of children and the sound of splashing in the lake, now stood quiet, their leaves painted in the colors of fall. The camp had been transformed for the day, draped in soft, white lights and delicate flowers, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere. It was the perfect setting—a place that had seen so many milestones, both big and small, for Spot, Charlie, and their friends.

It had been a long journey since that summer, from the lake to the football field, from secret stolen kisses to late-night talks about what came next. And now, here they were—on the very grounds that had witnessed the start of it all—ready to say forever.

Charlie stood at the edge of the ceremony, a soft smile playing on her lips as she waited. Her dress was simple yet elegant, white lace that flowed effortlessly around her. The slight breeze played with the veil that rested on her head, but it was her heart that felt wild in the moment. She had imagined this day a hundred times, but nothing could have prepared her for how real it felt now that it was happening.

In front of her, a small crowd had gathered. Medda was there, of course, beaming proudly at the sight of her camp turned wedding venue. Race, Jack, and Mush stood beside her, looking like they might burst into tears at any given moment. Crutchy, Sarah, and the others had all come from near and far, their faces full of joy as they waited for the ceremony to begin.

But the one person Charlie was looking for stood at the altar: Spot. His eyes met hers across the distance, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The rest of the world disappeared, leaving only the two of them, their smiles, their shared history, and the love that had grown between them.

Spot looked every bit the Brooklyn boy he was, dressed in a crisp suit with the tie slightly loosened, his hair neatly combed—though that cocky smirk still hung around his lips, making Charlie's heart flutter. He was the same Spot—the boy who had carried her heart through the best and worst moments of their lives—but now, he was standing there, ready to carry her through the rest of it.

Mush, the ever-reliable friend, stood in front of them with a broad grin, holding the small book of vows. His mismatched suit, a bit too big on him as always, looked oddly perfect for the moment. He cleared his throat, looking between Spot and Charlie, before speaking.

"We're gathered here today," Mush began, his voice surprisingly steady for someone who had never imagined officiating a wedding in his life, "not just to celebrate this day, but to celebrate the love between two people who've found something worth holding onto. And let me tell you, if anyone's got something worth holding onto, it's these two."

The crowd chuckled, and Charlie caught Spot's eye, a playful twinkle in his gaze. She had always known that Mush, with his lighthearted nature and wit, would be the perfect person for the job.

Mush continued, "I could stand here and give you all the cliches about love. About how it's patient and kind, all that. But you already know that. What I will say is this: these two don't just love each other—they're home to each other. And that's the kind of love that lasts. That's the kind of love we're here to honor today."

Charlie blinked back tears, her hand gently resting in Spot's. She had no idea where this journey was going to take them, but she knew one thing for sure—she was right where she was meant to be.

Mush paused and turned to Spot. "Spot Conlon, do you take this woman, Charlie, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish, for better or worse, in sickness and health, as long as you both shall live?"

Spot's smirk softened into a smile, and he turned toward Charlie, his eyes full of everything she had come to love about him: honesty, warmth, and a hint of mischievousness. "I do."

Mush then turned to Charlie. "And Charlie, do you take Spot Conlon to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and cherish, for better or worse, in sickness and health, as long as you both shall live?"

Charlie squeezed Spot's hand, her voice barely a whisper as she spoke. "I do."

Mush beamed at them, wiping away a dramatic tear. "Well then, by the power vested in me, and the overwhelming support of every single person here, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Spot, you may kiss your bride."

Spot didn't need any further encouragement. He pulled Charlie into him, hands settling on her waist as he tilted her chin up, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that felt like it could last forever. The crowd erupted into cheers, but in that moment, Charlie and Spot were the only two people in the world. It was just them, in this perfect moment, their love sealed with a kiss, as it had always been meant to be.

As they pulled away, their smiles were infectious, their eyes still locked on each other. Spot took her hand, and together, they turned to face the people who had witnessed their journey, who had loved them through it all.

Mush stepped forward, handing them a small glass of champagne. "Alright, alright. Let's get this party started," he said with a grin, and the crowd laughed, clapping.

The reception that followed was a blur of laughter, dancing, and heartfelt speeches. Crutchy, Jack, and Medda shared stories of their time at camp, while Race and Sarah were among the first to hit the dance floor, showing off their moves. The evening air grew cool, but the warmth of the campfire and the joy of the day kept everyone cozy.

Charlie and Spot danced together under the stars, the music soft and slow, their bodies swaying in time. Charlie rested her head on Spot's shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck, feeling his heartbeat against hers. This was it. This was the moment she had been waiting for, and she had never been more sure of anything in her life.

"I still can't believe this is real," she whispered.

Spot chuckled, pulling her just a little closer. "Real? You thought it was a dream?" he teased, his voice low. "I told you, I'm not letting you go."

"I'm not going anywhere," she said softly. "You're stuck with me now."

He grinned, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

As the night stretched on, the stars above seemed to shine a little brighter, as if the universe itself was celebrating with them. And as Charlie and Spot danced under the lights of the camp, surrounded by their friends, they knew that this was only the beginning of their forever. The road ahead might be uncertain, but with each other, they could face anything.

And that was more than enough.

The End.

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wc: 1180

That's it. Thank you so much for reading A Summer To Remember. I have so much respect for those fantastic writers who are able to write books with like 200 chapter coz that was a lot. Anyway for last time thank you so much and

I love you, stay safe, and seize the day