A/N- Wassup? It be TOBN with a new story!
First of all, to all you Canadians, happy Canada day, eh? Jokes! Let us celebrate where the famous Team V lives today on this day filled with maple leaves, fireworks, and for people who can, BEER! Jokes!
Second of all, to kick off the summer, I am kicking in a new story! This one is basically about a summer romance in Paris, the city of love! And for all to know, it is a Ethan/OC! And how will it turn out in the end? Will it be like all failed summer flings? Or will it actually blossom into something beautiful? Up to you! Actually...up to me :)
Third of all, this story updates every time Text Me At Midnight updates, but I am going to get both stories to Chapter 2 before updating them together. Just thought you should know. Okay? Okay. Yeah! Jokes!
And that is all I have to say, so with that, drop a review and have a great Canada Day, you fellow Canadians out there, eh? :)
ENJOY!
P.S- This contains the lyrics of Our Last Summer by ABBA. Just saying. I don't own it ;)
Our Last Summer: Chapter 1: Memories That Remain
I can still recall.
Our Last Summer.
...
I still see it all
She chased me across the field in front of the Eiffel Tower, chasing me away from our picnic blanket that sprawled on the ground and around the whole area. I laughed as I threw another water balloon at her, smiling as it broke against her skin and soaked her in water. I had to run now. She was so killing me.
"ETHAN!" She squealed, chasing me as I felt a cold splash of water on my back. I grinned as I tripped and ended up rolling on the grass. She grinned as she rolled onto the grass as well, ending up on top of me. I smiled as I felt her breath on me, grinning as her brown hair tickled my cheeks.
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Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
I spun her around as she grinned, her hair soaked and drenched on her shoulders. I shook my head to get the water to splash on her, making he squeak as she ran her fingers through my soaked hair and laughed, sounding like music to my ears
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Our last summer
I held her close. Our noses touched.
Memories that remained...
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We made our way along the river, and we sat down in the grass,
I bit the sandwich that was in her hand and she rolled her eyes playfully, sipping into the drink that was in my hand. I laughed as I punched her playfully, smiling as we ended up just switching the things in our hands. She flashed me a beautiful smile. I'd never forget it.
By the Eiffel Tower...
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I was so happy that we met
In our hotel room, having a huge pillow fight as she jumped from one bed to another. She laughed as I did a "superman" to the other side, jumping right on her and rolling on the bed with her in my arms, her spiky brown hair bristling against my skin.
It was the age of no regret.
Oh, yes.
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Those crazy years that was the time, of the flower power
But underneath, we had a fear of flying
We sat on the edge of the roof on the hotel building, her head nestled on my shoulder as her eyes blinked slowly.
Of growing old; a fear of slowly dying
We took a chance
"Promise me, this is no 'summer fling'" She said, making me smile softly. "I want to grow up with you. Forever." She whispered.
"Me too." I whispered back.
Like we were dancing our last dance...
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I can still recall, our last summer, I still see it all...
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame, our last summer,
She grasped onto my hand
Walking hand in hand
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Paris restaurants,
Our last summer,
"Try it" I urged, waving the croissant in front of her face. She rolled her eyes. "Okay, okay." She said with a small smile, biting into it. She chewed it a bit before sighing in pleasure.
"Mmm" She said, her words muffled by the food in her mouth. I laughed.
Living for today,
Worries far way
Our last summer
We can laugh and play
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"And now you're standing by my side," She sang. I grinned. "The geeky man," I clipped in helpfully. She laughed. "A Star Wars fan!" She sang after.
"And your name is Sandy" I sang.
"And your name is Ethan" She sang at the same time, making me laugh hysterically. As with her.
"How dull it seems," I whisper. She smiles as she pulled me into a tight embrace. "Yet, you're the hero of my dreams..."
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I can still recall, our last summer, I still see it all...
"I'm sorry!" I yelled, frustratingly running my hands through her hair. Tears streamed down her eyes as she pulled back harshly, making my own tears fall. She looked away from me as she lowered her voice. Our eyes never met.
"I trusted you. Why couldn't you trust me? Tell me, Ethan. Why?" She wailed, throwing her hands in the hair. My eyes were blurred with tears.
"You could've been in great danger." I protested.
"You could've DIED!" She roared. "You should've told me. I trusted you." I couldn't take it anymore.
"Maybe this is just some dumb, old, summer fling. A one time thing. Something that NEVER MEANT TO LAST!" I screamed.
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I sit on the couch, a wasted tissue box on my bed, a stuffed, brown bear in my arms and the TV on a Star Wars marathon. Tears streamed down my eyes at the memories of her. Her voice. Her hair. Her.
Sandy Waters.
Walks along the Seine,
I wanted to by tickets to Paris and chase after her.
Laughing in the rain
I wanted her in my arms again.
Our last summer
I wrapped myself in blankets and cried, running my hands through my tangled hair.
Where was summer?
Memories that remain...
A/N- This was different, no? Well, it was actually really fun to write. Just who is Sandy Waters? And what happened in Paris? You will have to wait to find out ;)
Anyway, drop a review and thanks for reading!
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