Summernights Stories

Jules lived her whole life firmly planted between Miles Miller and Roman Harris. Growing up brought plenty of changes but one thing always remained the same, summer belonged to them. Jules was sure she would spend the rest of her life that way. Summer number eighteen changed everything.

ᴀʀᴀʙᴇʟʟᴀ ᴍᴇʀʀɪʟʟ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʙᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ; ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇʜᴏʟᴅ, ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ. ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇʀʀɪʟʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɢᴏ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ-ʜᴀᴅ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴛᴜʟꜱᴀ, ᴏᴋʟᴀʜᴏᴍᴀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀꜱᴇꜱ-ʜɪꜱ ʀᴏᴅᴇᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴏʟᴇʀ. ᴀʀᴀʙᴇʟʟᴀ, ᴡʜᴏ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.

When Hannah returns to her sleepy hometown for a friend's wedding, she doesn't expect to run into Jack who is her childhood best friend, her high school almost, and the boy she never quite stopped thinking about. Years have passed, lives have changed, and Hannah isn't exactly free. She's engaged to a dependable man back home... but her heart wavers the second Jack looks at her like he still remembers everything they never said. Thrown together for a weekend of reunions, rehearsal dinners, and long-overdue toasts, old tensions rise fast and so does the chemistry. Jack is no longer the boy she left behind... he's more. He's angry, charming, wounded, and still very much in love with the version of her that used to run barefoot down the beach. Hannah tries to keep her distance. She tries to be polite, composed, the woman everyone expects her to be. But Jack doesn't let her hide. Not from him, not from what still simmers between them. Late nights, stolen glances, and one impulsive kiss under the stars unravel everything she thought was safe. When the truth of her engagement finally comes to light, heartbreak follows. But so does clarity. Forced to confront what she truly wants and it's not what's expected. Hannah breaks away from the life she built out of obligation and fear. And this time, she runs toward Jack. This is a sweeping, deeply intimate short love story. It's full of past regrets and future promises, quiet forgiveness and undeniable chemistry. From a wedding that wasn't theirs to a future they never thought they'd get, Jack and Hannah find their way back to each other through chaos, honesty, and finally, choice.

(bxb) He was my new neighbor. His name was Asher. I hadn't even spoken to him much before the night of the party, but something that night changed between us before anything even existed between us in the first place. Although my friends were persistent, he was seemingly closed off. But I was too, so nothing would happen between us if we both shut each other out. Right? - With a mysterious and broken past that it seems everyone is aware of except for Asher, he takes it upon himself to get to know Danny. He joins late to this perfect friend group, except maybe they aren't as perfect as they seem on the outside. - story song: Pool House by The Backseat Lovers

🦅 🌞 AU. For Melinda Johnson, the summer before her sophomore year at West Valley High is lonely. Luckily, Eli 'Hawk' Moskowitz is her salvation in those lonely summer days and seemingly dark, gloomy summer nights. Or, a brand-new CK story no one asked for but I'm writing anyway. Dedicated to @DarthJader2005, @AgentofDreams989, @MiguelDiaz1333, @theatrekidluvsu, and all the fans of Cobra Kai who like stories about Eli 'Hawk' Moskowitz just as much as I do. Mostly inspired by Tumblr prompts, as well as the following excerpt from this story on Mibba titled "Party of One": The summer between my sophomore and junior year was spent painfully alone. I spent the entire summer at home. No phone calls from my "friends". No invites to parties. Absolutely nothing. (Here's the link: http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/396459/Party-of-One/1/) Disclaimer: Geniuses Josh Heald, Jon Hurwitz and Hayden Schlossberg own Cobra Kai. I own the fanfics I cook up from time to time.

Quinn Agustin was a close friend to Ethan and Grayson Dolan. She use to live in New Jersey and their moms are close friends. They haven't seen each other in 6 years. The last time they've seen each other was when they were all little kids, now that they're teens, seeing each other after all these years changes everything.

Camila Latierri, the T-birds, the Pink Ladies... What could go wrong? (Currently re-writing the first Two chapters.)

I always knew that friendships came and went. We have friends- maybe best friends- for certain times of our lives. They're there and then they're not, and you don't really mind because you're the same thing to them- someone for some time, and then no one at all. We have the 'kindy' friends, the primary besties, the high school bunch, and then the Uni acquaintances. Now, I'm not saying none of these people last, but it's rare. Because when your sifting your life from one stage to the other, not much falls through. But there's always the exception, the odd ones that slip by and weave their way back into your life. In my case, through an out of the blue phone call and unexpected invitation.

It's been 5 years since Lisa Meyer has seen her childhood best friend Kim Seok-jin. Lisa wants absolutely nothing to do with him and the biggest pop band in this generation. What happens when her crazed fan of a sister finally drags her to a BTS concert and she runs into the bangtan boys? Love's a mystery and Life is full of surprises. A/N - I hope you all enjoy this. I love BTS! they inspire me to keep going in life. Remember to Love myself, Love yourself 🥀( also this is unedited ! so sorry for any mistakes !)

poetry about the summer!

When Sydney Smith moves to the outer banks and meets a blonde blue eyed boy with a troubled past. Will she be able to fix him or will she be obliterated by the storm brewing within her? Disclaimer: This story will take place before the show. All rights go to Jonas Pate. I only own the characters Sydney Smith and her family. (Slowish update ) (sort of got slower cause of school 🙄)

Valentine Trinity 💌 had two goals in her life. To be successful and to be loved. With the intention of fulfilling these goals, she decides to take a gap year after completing her acting course in college, and the first thing she does? Camp America. She ends up on the coast of North Carolina, at Camp Rockfall. But what happens when she stumbles across fellow camp counsellor Archie Spring 💐 ? I guess we'll find out.

When River is sent to spend the summer with her grandparents in the sleepy coastal town of Bluebell Bay, she's less than thrilled. The harbor, the narrow cobblestone streets, and the small-town faces are a far cry from the bustling city she's always known. But as the days pass, River begins to uncover the quiet magic of the town-the laughter of old friends, the gentle rhythm of the tides, and the unexpected warmth of people who remember her before she even remembers them. Between helping at the family inn, wandering the harbor, and discovering the little joys tucked in every corner of Bluebell Bay, River starts to realize that life here might not be so unbearable after all. And when someone familiar from summers past appears, she finds herself opening up to more than just the town... A sweet, slow-burning story of finding home, friendship, and first sparks of romance by the sea.

poetry for him. (please don't take poems without asking)

Live life in the sunshine. Swim in the sea. Drink the wild air. -emerson

A poem describing my love for my wife on our trip to Hawaii.

When Emily Mochart goes to Florida to live with her mom during summer break, she meets Hall Brady, the mysterious badass who always seems to have girls on their knees, but his new interest seems to be her. Will Emily fall for his good looks and charms?

Love, is like lightning a fire It lights the world, it fascinates the eye, makes the human blind, makes him forget... forget that the fire burn

In which a teen girl Avery, goes to summer camp. Her and her freinds speak an old camp legend back to life.