Something short and sweet (or sour) to help me through a small writers block.
Enjoy!
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Lemons
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I won't lie. Summer wasn't my favorite season. I hated the idea of sweltering days and humid nights. I'm not sure why I even signed up for a second summer at Camp Rock. The heat was enough to reconsider the decision to come back. Of course, friends and music out-weighed the weather but there was also someone that made me come back. A certain someone.
Who am I kidding? I was infatuated with one of the most breathtaking boys in camp.
On our first day back, a group of us ventured out to the lakes edge for a dip. Nate brought a bag full of lemons to make... well to make lemonade. He had a giant pitcher of cool sweetened water that he held proudly in his arms as he settled himself on the edge of the pier. Nobody wasted a second to cool off in the waters of the lake- except for me. I was observing Nate slicing the lemons open and squeezing the juice out of the half's.
The yellow drops squirted out of the fruit leaving traces of lemon juice on his hands.
It was a sight that I wish I could keep forever. Nate making lemonade as the sun-rays bathed him in a sunset glow. He lowered his bare feet to the water where Tess asked for a cup. He grinned and shook his head saying it wasn't ready. He then looked up at me and gave me a sloppy smile. I could have died.
Feeling like an idiot by getting caught staring, I quickly made my way to the lake and jumped in. I was greeted by yells and cheers from the others.
"What were you looking at Mitchie?" Caitlyn splashed around, "Watching Nate make lemonade can't be that interesting."
I forced a laugh, "It's not..."
I looked back to the boy in the rolled up jeans and the crinkled t-shirt and sighed. Nate wiped his hands on his t-shirt and I knew that he'll smell like lemons for the rest off the day. I averted my gaze up to his hair that was messy as ever but oh-so tempting to get my hands on it. His hand ran threw his hair and then wiped the sweat forming on his forehead.
I lowered myself in the water, watching him like prey. He happily continued making his drink until he finished. He took a cup and test tasted his creation. The way he smacked his lips together pushed me over the edge. I swam to my hanging towel and wrapped it around myself. I didn't bother to look back at the confused faces of my friends when I ran out to my cabin. Even I was confused as to what made me snap. I paced back and forth in my cabin anxious for no real reason. It wasn't until I heard the cabin door slam shut when I noticed that I was followed by him.
His puppy dog brown eyes cast a worried look at me. I was hyperventilating, fearing that I might snap again.
"Mitchie?"
I cleared my throat, "'Sup?"
He neared me, close enough to note that he did in fact smell like lemons. He continued to say something but I was concentrated on his smell. God was it good. The second he got too close, I expected my own instincts to kick in and grab him. It didn't happen that way. Before I knew it I was pinned to the wall as the sweetly sour taste of lemon filled my sense's and man, I've never loved lemons soo much.
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It's a bit different from what I write but I hope y'all like it.
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