A/N1: Hello everyone! I know it's actually spring/autumn whenever you guys are on the globe, but it's been freaking hot here at the tropics lately, so I wanted to share with you this summertime piece that's been hanging in my archive for a while. It's inspired by one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite artists: Magic in the Air by Badly Drawn Boy. I'll be updating it in a few days again, so stay tuned. Thanks for stopping by to read, don't forget to tell me what you think, and I hope you all like it!

A/N2: I never get the chance to say that because I usually post one-shots, but I really want to thank all of you guest readers that have been reviewing my last few stories! You guys are really sweet and I wish you had a FF account so I could thank you properly like the others around here! Thanks so so much for taking a few minutes to share your thoughts about my stories and I hope you'll keep enjoying to read them! *huuugs*

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CHAPTER 01

HIM

Summer is stupid. It makes you act stupid. Makes you stupid. I always believed that.

I remember we spent the whole afternoon lying down under this treetop by the reservoir. It had been a freakin' hot day, so staying in the basement wasn't an option. We got in the El Camino and I drove us to what I thought it was the most bearable place to stay during days like those. Guess I was right, because, as soon as we reached the outskirts of the reservoir, an amazingly cool breeze filled the Camino's cabin.

After parking near this huge oak tree, Jackie promptly hopped off of the car and hurried to the wooden pier. I followed her behind, and I remember felling kinda amazed by the way she ran with those short legs of hers. It was sort of childlike regarding the tiny skips she would make now and then, though the sexy smiles and stares she shot me over her shoulder displayed the confidence of the grown up woman she was turning into.

Soon I reached the far end of the old pier and took some moments to enjoy the relieving breeze. Looking down at that crystal clear water made me lightheaded and I just wanted to dive in and never come back to surface. She cried something about not being able to stand the heat any longer and lifted up her doe eyes to me. By the look on her face, she was struggling the same way as I was. Maybe it was the summer heat messing up with our minds, but after a moment of silently pondering the idea, we both gave in and started stripping our clothes off. Stupid.

It should feel weird being next to each other only in our underwear. I mean, not even two months before she had been my best friend's girlfriend. My best friend's annoying, selfish, mean and bossy girlfriend. It should fucking feel weird.

Except that it didn't.

Through the corner of my eye I took a quick peek at her frame without her noticing. Or maybe she did, but I really didn't care, because she looked pretty good in those pink bra and panties. Without warning, she jumped into the reservoir and splashed cool water all over my barely dressed body. All I got left was following her and finally granting my skin with some much desired refreshment.

Once emerging on the surface, I felt the warmth of slim arms and legs embracing my neck and waist from behind, which made my heart skip a bit. Her soft skin felt good against my back. Really, really good. And the touch of her right cheek against my left one raised the blood to my face, reddening it up fast. Thank God I could blame the merciless sun to disguise the effect she had on me every freaking time our skins got in contact.

I don't really remember what she whispered in my ear, but I can assure it was something dirty, because I immediately spun around and attacked her mouth with my own, not letting her slip from the grip on my waist. Who could ever tell a burnout like me would be making out with a square cheerleader like Jackie Burkhart? Even more almost naked, underwater, in the light of the day where anyone could see us. Yeah, I didn't care at all. It just felt right at the time.

We were already heading to danger zone - groping hands, short breaths, rubbing bodies – when she suddenly broke the contact and started screaming hysterically. Crazy chick. I saw her swim towards the pier ladder and quickly get out of the water, leaving me with an embarrassing and painful bulge in my boxers.

I asked her what was going on and she just spilled out confusing words about legs, slippery and disgusting. I managed to understand what had happened and got out the water, but, honestly, I didn't even know if there were actually fishes in this reservoir. Anyway, I hold her shivering body in my arms and tried to soothe her nerves. Noticing she was still uneasy, I kissed the top of her head and told her I knew a good way to chill.

A while later we were lying down on the grass under the oak tree, the hysterical laughs getting calmer by the second as the highness drifted away. I had my jeans back on, but my tee was under Jackie's half-naked body so the fallen branches wouldn't hurt her bare back. She had also slipped her skirt on again, but I still got full visual access to the semitransparent pink fabric covering her breasts. Her dilated pupils smiled at me and I couldn't help but chuckle at her still baked face. Propping myself up a bit, my lips landed on her smiling ones in a slow and tender kiss. Before I could lean back and break the contact, she'd held my head closer to her and quickly we were tangled in each other's arms again.

It'd been always like this during that summer – we couldn't keep our hands off each other – though we always managed to stop at some point. That day, however, something was off. I'm pretty sure it was the damned heat. I told you, man, it messes up with your head. The point is that we took advantage of the lack of clothes and started palming yet unexplored places on each other's bodies. Her tiny hands roamed from my hair, down my bare back to the insides of my jeans. I shifted so I was hovering over her, squeezing her breasts, ass and thighs.

My body ached for her so bad, and I guess she noticed it by the longing expression of my face. She pleaded for me, using that low voice I only learnt it existed after we started messing around that summer, and I took it as a permission to take a step forward in our unholy relationship – or whatever it was.

I can assure you that that was the moment I found out that being with a girl could be much more than only momentary pleasure. That chick was somehow special and I should've noticed it before, since I'd never stayed that long fooling around with someone without screwing them.

We ended up lying on the flatbed of the El Camino, completely exhausted after a few hours of restless making out. Fallen leaves and the old blanked I used to keep in the car for emergencies surrounded us as Jackie rested her sleeping head on my shoulder. The night had already come down about an hour before, but we decided staying there, only the two of us, silently thanking for each other's company. The sky was pitch-black, except by the glow of a few stars, but I remember that life ever seemed so bright that night.

All of this actually happened three years ago. That summer brought us together through a bizarre way, but stupid shit broke us apart many times later. Mostly shit I did. I guess the last one was the ultimate screw-up. I thought I could deal with it, you know, but now I'm convinced I'm completely lost. Saying that life sucks without her sums it up pretty well.

So now I'm just sitting here, under this oak tree – our oak tree – wishing that this summer could bring her back to me just like that one.

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