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The taste of strawberries has always made me feel sick. Their thickness, the texture and the unpleasant, strong taste makes me want to gag; but I don't complain as I sip my smoothie in silence, glancing around 'Anna's Cafe'. It's a cute place, full of bright, vibrant colors.
The mood of the atmosphere is busy. Busy, busy, busy. People move around the crowded layout as tightly packed as bees in a bee's hive. Everywhere you look, exciting-probably interesting, conversations are taking place. It's the first day of summer, and the place to be for Wilkins high schoolers.
"Why do you look so upset?"
I turn, and realize I've been lazily observing the contents of the cafe, forgetting about Aubree.
"Mhm?" I raise an eyebrow. "I'm not upset, just..." Feeling lonely, even though you're right here. Feeling out of place in such a popular hangout. Feeling awkward now that our sophomore year is over and I can't stop worrying about my future.
"It's just, I don't like strawberries." I say.
"What? Oh!" Aubree chuckles, looking at me with bright, grey eyes. "I thought something was actually wrong."
I narrow my eyes. "Something is actually wrong. My best friend, whom I've known my entire life, failed to remember my lack of desire for strawberries and their tiny seeds." This sends her into a fit of laughter. Oh, that laugh. It falls somewhere between an obnoxious school-girl giggle and the way a phone sounds on vibrate, almost silent, but shakes her entire body.
"I'm being serious." I'm not serious. "Aubree Adison Carter, if this relationship is going to work, you've got to remember the fruits I do, and don't like."
"I'll remember that next time." She laughs. We fall in to a comfortable silence, and observe the people around us. That's the thing about Aubree- you don't necessarily need to be talking to her to enjoy her company. Maybe it's her personality, or maybe it's just the fact that were so comfortable with each other, and if I had spent as much time with anyone else as I do her, then the feelings would be the same, or maybe it's something completely our own that we've developed over the years, but I know that I wouldn't trade Aubree Adison Carter for the world.
Over by the counter, a hip looking waitress with dark hair and a nose ring stands talking to a group of younger girls. Directly across from us, a group of guys who I think play football, all sit laughing, and filling the air with their obnoxious cries.
All around, people are moving. It feels odd to be in such a busy place, full of life, and to actually feel apart of it all.
The summer's just starting and so many things can happen. The next few months will be full of possibility. I really hope that this summer will be "my summer". That one summer that you just never forget; that sticks with you forever.
A few more minutes pass before we finish our smoothies and throw them away on our way out. We're greeted by a rush of humid air, accompanied by a slight breeze. The sky's Chrystal blue, so light, it's as if you could see right through it. Right to the stars.
All around, people are going about their day. Busy business women rush by, briefcase in hand. Rowdy teenagers hang out by the fountain, skateboards in hand, beanies slumped on their heads.
Ahead, I spot a boy about our age. He glances up from his phone subtly as we walk by, then resumes whatever he was doing before. I look at Aubree.
She's got light blonde hair and ashy grey eyes, which gives her this sort of cold essence to her. Her smile is subtle, with the exception of prominent dimples near her chin.
She's cute. Whoever he was, he was probably checking her out.
We walk a little ways down Elm Street, talking about our summer plans, things we hope to accomplish- knowing half of what we want to do we won't get to do- but it's fun to dream.
We leave each other on Stein Street, going our separate ways. With me following the road and ending up practically in the middle of no where; where my house just happens to be located. And with Aubree turning left, and walking just a little ways to her neighborhood.
I walk home in silence, one foot in front of the other, listening to the sound of the gravel crunch underneath my white Chuck Taylor's.
It seems to have darken tremendously in the last ten minutes, and dropped about 20 degrees. The sky overhead is no longer the beautiful glass blue it was before, but is now the color of Aubree's eyes, the clouds churning with the wind.
It's just as the first drop of rain falls when I hear a car pull up beside me. I turn and see the window has already rolled down and I hear a voice.
"Need a ride?"
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Fanfic"His love was like the rain; beautiful and free. He showered her with kisses just as the clouds showered the pavement, and it was true."
