Summer Love (Anthony Trujillo & Emilio Martinez)

You Are My Summer Love

Anthony raises his head to look Emilio in the eyes, lips pursing as he takes in the sullen look on Emilio's face.

"Don't look at me that way." Anthony's voice is laced with so much emotion that Emilio has to pinch his leg with the hand not clutching Anthony's to ground himself.

Emilio takes a deep breath before forcing out a quiet, "What way?"

Anthony raises his arms, exasperated, "Like this is the end. Like everything that's happened this summer doesn't matter."

"Anthony, I leave for Spain in four days."

"Emilio I-"

Emilio interrupts again, he's becoming quite good at it, squeezing his eyes shut as he wills his voice not to tremble. The furrow of Anthony's brows when he opens his eyes pains him, wanting nothing more than to reach over and smooth the wrinkles away with the pad of his thumb. "This is where you taught me to surf, remember?"

Hurt flashes across Anthony's brown eyes as he nods, not used to this wall Emilio's trying to put up.

"You sat down beside me on this stupid creaky dock, and asked me why I wasn't surfing," Emilio squeezes Anthony's fingers which are still snugly intertwined with his own. "The look on your face when I said I didn't know how made my heart flutter, and from that point on I knew I was fucked."

The wounded noise sounding from the back of Anthony's throat has tears prickling Emilio's eyes, Anthony's entire body moving to engulf him completely as the first warm tear falls onto their joined hands.

"Listen, I'm trying so hard not to cry right now." He can hear the tightness in Anthony's voice, the quiet sniffles feel like a jab straight to Emilio's heart. "But I need you to know that you were mine for the summer."

"I had the best time Tony, you have to know that, it's just, right now it feels like the worst time."

"I know we decided on a clean breakup, that we wouldn't take this any farther but Ivan has my number if you ever, y'know, need anything."

Anthony presses his lips to the crown of Emilio's head before taking a deep breath. He extracts one leg out of the water at a time, slowly moving to stand.

He nudges Emilio's leg with his foot, "Just don't go pulling a Sandy on me and show up at my restaurant in September yeah?"

Emilio snorts sadly, looking down at his hands. "Ivan was Danny Zuko in our school production"

"Holy shit, of course he was", his laugh is soft.

"You were my summer love, Emi. You always will be."

Anthony's words are carried away by the wind, taking a piece of Emilio's heart with them.

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