The Second Summer of Love:
Fourteen Years Later...
~Another Love Story~
by Refboarder
The following takes place three months prior to the 7th chapter of "The Second Sumner of Love: Fourteen Years Later.." and will lead up to that chapter. Please enjoy these three short stories. Thank you.
Maurice & Amer: Part 1
Things I'll Never Say
Maurice
My name is Maurice Thurston, age 23. I'm the eldest adopted son of Eureka and Renton Thurston. I work as freelance photographer for Stoner's newspaper, The Neverland Chronicle. I suppose it's pretty fun job. I get to travel the world, taking photos.
But, I feel incomplete, like there's something, or rather someone, missing in my life.
Her name is Amer Jurgens. She's adopted, like me and I've had a crush on her for fourteen years. Fourteen years!
Amer lives in Warsaw with her parents, Micheal and Maria Jurgens, and her other adopted siblings, Aus, Eurasia, Antar, and Afric.
Due to my job I don't get to see her very often. So every chance I get to visit Warsaw is, for me, a blessing. Just being able to catch a glimpse of her bring a smile to my face. This was one of those instances.
That brunette hair, her fair light skin, and those soft hazel eyes I lose myself in. I sometimes wonder, does she see me? Does she even know I exist?
She noticed my staring. I quickly turned away.
She's walking this way! What should I do?
"Oh, hey Amer. What's up?" I ask her.
"I saw you staring at me. That's what's up." she replies. Her tone is kind and melodious. But, there's also a hint of mischief.
"Oh, sorry." I apologize.
…
"What's wrong, Maurice?" she asks.
"Nothing...it's just..." I mumble. I found myself staring at her slender hips. God, all I can think about is wrapping my arms around that waist of hers and bringing her close.
"Just what?" she presses.
"Amer, supper's ready, dear!" another voice calls out.
"Coming, mother!" replies Amer.
As Amer turns to leave she takes one final look at me.
All I can manage is a kind smile.
"Hey Maurice, you...wanna join us for dinner?" she asks me.
My heart begins to races. My mind is screaming, "Yes!"
"Um...s-sure." I replied nervously.
She grabs my hand. "C'mon, then!" she replies grinning.
Amer
My name is Amer Jurgens, age 22. I'm one of five adopted children. I live with my parents Micheal and Maria Jurgens, my brothers Aus and Afric, and my sisters Eurasia and Antar. I have somewhat of a dark past which I'd rather not delve into. I love my parents and my siblings dearly, they're always there for me.
But, sometimes I find myself wanting more. It's like there's a part of me missing.
There's this boy. His name is Maurice Thurston and he's adopted like me. I don't get to see him much. He works as a freelance photographer for a newspaper. He travels the world, taking photos.
I've watched him for the past fourteen years. Fourteen years! Can you believe it?
And each time I see him my heart races. I picture myself in his arms. Being held, touched, caressed...kissed. Loved.
That messy black hair, those broad shoulders, his dark but, gentle eyes, and his always welcoming smile. I see him. But, does he see me?
I look up. My eyes light up.
There he is! He's here!
My heart skips a beat.
He's staring at me. What should I do?
Oh no! He's turning away.
I walk over to him, a smile upon my face.
"Oh hey, Amer. What's up?" he asks me.
"I saw you staring at me, that's what's up." I answer in a kind yet mischievous tone.
"Oh, sorry." he apologizes.
He stands there silent, not speaking. I found myself staring at him. Those abs, that glut. Geez, all I can think about is resting my arms on those shoulders of his and having him hold me close.
"What's wrong, Maurice?" I ask him.
"Nothing...it's just..." he mumbles.
"Just what?" I ask with my hands on my hips.
"Amer, supper's ready!" I hear my mother call out.
"Coming, mother!" I reply.
As I turn to leave I take one last look at Maurice. He's smiling. It makes me melt.
"Hey Maurice, you...wanna join us for dinner?" I inquire hopeful.
My mind is screaming, "Please say 'yes'."
"Um...s-sure." he replies.
YES!
"C'mon, then!" I tell him as I grab his hand.
Maeter & Joshua: Part 1
Sunlight
Maeter
My name is Maeter Thurston, age 22. I'm the middle adopted daughter of Renton and Eureka Thurston. I enjoy painting and drawing. Currently I'm studying art abroad the Yotsuba University of Art.
Today was a day like any other. I had my classes, projects, etc. You know, the usual.
Every day, same old, same old. Jeez, I'm bored.
I was on my way to class when I spotted a young man with spiky red hair sitting underneath a tree. He was looking at his hands.
Weird. Hmm, I wonder what's he doing?
I decided to approach him. He didn't look dangerous.
"Hey, what you doing there?" I asked him.
"Amazing." he said as if in a trance.
"Huh?" I went confused.
"The way the sun's rays breaks through the leaves. It's really beautiful." he said still in his trance.
I looked at my own hands. "Yeah, I suppose you're right." I agreed.
He snapped out of his trance and looked up at me. "Oh, hello there, miss." he said finally noticing my presence.
Wow, he's kinda cute.
"You like the sun?" I asked him.
"Yeah, I come here often to think." he answered.
"My name's Maeter Thurston, by the way." I told him
"Joshua Takemoto. Pleased to meet you." he said with a smile.
My heart suddenly skipped a beat. That was weird.
"You a student here too?" I inquired.
"Actually, I'm a teacher." replied Joshua.
"No way! You're too young to be a teacher." I laughed in disbelief.
He sighed. "Yeah, I get that a lot. Just because I'm 25 doesn't mean I can't teach." he grumbled.
I decided to sit down next to him. "Um...Ms. Thurston?" he stammered stiffening up.
"Call me Maeter. When you say 'miss' it makes me feel old." I told him.
"Err, alright then...M-Maeter." he stumbled.
"So, what do you teach, Josh?" I asked looking into what I now noticed were brown eyes.
"J-Josh?" he looked stunned that I addressed him so informally.
"Err... I'm the new drawing and painting teacher. I'll be starting on Monday. Though, sketching is more my strong-point. Landscapes and such." he admitted scratching his head.
I noticed a drawing pad hanging out of his bag so I picked it up.
"H-hey!" Joshua stammered.
"Wow, these are really good." I commented as I flipped through the pages.
"You really think so?" he questioned.
"Yeah, no wonder they hired you." I nodded.
"Thank you," he blushed.
Hmm...I should really be getting to class but...
I looked at Joshua again. He smiled.
I'd much rather hang around this cute guy.
I handed him back his sketchbook and stood back up
Let's see. Cute new teacher vs. some boring lecture? Duh! That's a no-brainer!
"Hey, I was just on my way to get a coffee. Care to join me, Josh?" I lied extending my hand.
Hey, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out which one will be more fun.
"Um...s-sure." he answered and took it.
Yes! Score!
Joshua
My name is Joshua Takemoto, age 25. I teach the drawing and painting course at Yotsuba University of Art. Or at least I will be starting Monday. I usually spend my free-time sketching in my drawing pad. I've been called scatterbrained at times since I tend to day-dream and easily lose track of time. I can find beauty in the simplest of things. This world is so amazing.
I was sitting underneath a tree thinking about what I should do come Monday.
What am I going to do? Will my students like me? Will they even take me seriously? I really hope so.
I sighed and looked down at my hands. Then my eyes went wide. I could see little spots on my hands from where the sun broke through the tree's leaves.
"Amazing," I muttered.
"The way the sun's rays breaks through the leaves. It's really beautiful." I said to myself.
"Yeah, I suppose you're right." came a feminine voice.
I looked up and saw a girl with blond hair, reaching just past her shoulders, standing over there. Where'd she come from?
"Oh, hello there, miss." I said to her.
"You like the sun?" she asked me.
"Yeah, I come here often to think." I answered.
"My name's Maeter Thurston, by the way." she told me
"Joshua Takemoto. Pleased to meet you." I replied with a smile.
"You a student here too?" she inquired.
"Actually, I'm a teacher." I informed her.
"No way! You're too young to be a teacher." she burst out laughing.
I sighed. "Yeah, I get that a lot. Just because I'm 25 doesn't mean I can't teach." I grumbled.
Suddenly she sat down next to me and I caught a whiff of her hair. "Um...Ms. Thurston?" I stammered feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"Call me Maeter. When you say 'miss' it makes me feel old." she stated.
"Err, alright then...M-Maeter." I gulped nervously.
"So, what do you teach, Josh?" she asked looking straight into my eyes.
This girl had the prettiest green eyes I'd ever seen and her hair smelled good too.
No! I mustn't think that way! I'm a teacher, she's a student! It would be inappropriate.
Wait, did she just call me by my first name?
"J-Josh?" I repeated unbelieving. Maeter continued staring at me.
"Err... I'm the new drawing and painting teacher. I'll be starting on Monday. Though, sketching is more my strong-point. Landscapes and such." I admitted scratching my head.
Suddenly she grabbed my sketchbook from my bag.
"H-hey!" I protested.
"Wow, these are really good." commented Maeter as she flipped through the pages.
She thinks they're good?
"You really think so?" I questioned.
"Yeah, no wonder they hired you." she nodded.
She complimented me.
I felt a bit embarrassed, but also happy. "Thank you," I said blushing.
Maeter looked at me again. All I could do was smile.
She handed me my sketchbook back and stood up.
"Hey, I was just on my way to get a coffee. Care to join me, Josh?" she said extending her hand
Would it be wrong to have coffee with a student?I don't see any harm in just sharing a cup of coffee with someone. Besides we're both adults here.
"Um...s-sure." I answered taking her hand.
It's just a cup of coffee after all.
Linck & Kurau: Part 1
My Girl
Linck
My name is Linck Thurston, age 21. I'm the youngest adopted son on Renton and Eureka Thurston. I'm a senior at Belle Forest High School.
You're probably wondering why a 21 year old is still attending high school. It's kinda a long story. About sixteen years ago there was a war. It was after the Second Summer of Love. I was 5 when it began. I remember it having something to do with my mama & papa.
My mama isn't exactly normal. In fact, she's not even human. She's a Coralian. But my papa loved her regardless. To me, mama is mama. It's as simple as that.
At the time there were still a lot of people who didn't approve of my parents. Of who and what they were. In fact, I think they feared them. Maybe that's why they fought.
The war lasted for two years. Anyway, long story short, I had to be taken out of school. So, I missed a couple of years.
Frankly, I'm glad I did. If I hadn't then I probably would have never met her, the love of my life, Kurau Amami.
Suddenly I found my eyes covered by a pair of soft light-skinned hands. "Guess who?" said a familiar voice from behind.
"An angel?" I answered.
"No silly!" the voice laughed.
I removed the silky hands and turned around to face her. "I don't think so." I stated staring into her captivating aqua-blue eyes. I brushed back a strand of her short black hair. Then I wrapped my arms around her waist and brought her into a passionate kiss.
"Hey Kurau," I said softly once we finished our kiss. "Hey, baby," replied Kurau, smiling at me.
"Where you been? I haven't seen you in awhile." she inquired with a pout face.
"Nowhere special. Just my spot." I answered.
"Practicing your lifting?" she guessed.
"Yep, you know me." I replied with a grin.
"You any closer to perfecting that trick you showed me?" she questioned.
"Yeah, almost." I nodded.
For the past two months I've been practicing my lifting skills for this year's annual Belle Forest Amateur Lifting Competition. This year the grand prize is $500 and the new Guardian series typeR505 LFO. It's a pre-release too. They haven't even hit the market yet.
Though, I could really care less about the LFO and it's not like I'm aspiring to be a pro-refboarder or anything like that either. Why am I participating in a lifting competition then? Is that what you're wondering? Don't get me wrong. I love lifting and LFOs. It's just I don't see myself making a profession out of it.
However, I do have special plans for cash prize and that's why I've been practicing so hard.
"Don't worry, baby. I know you'll win. I have faith in you." she told me, kissing my lips.
"Thanks," I said returning the kiss.
"Once you set your mind on something, you don't give up until you win. That's just the type of man you are, the man I fell in love with." stated Kurau.
"Hey, you know my family's motto: 'Don't beg for things. Do it yourself..." I began.
"Or else, you won't get anything." finished Kurau.
"I love you, Kurau. You know that?" I told her gently. "I know. I love you too, Linck." she replied.
Kurau
My name is Kurau Amami, age 18. I'm the daughter of Hajime Amami and an only child. I never knew my mother. She died giving birth to me. I'm a senior at Belle Forest High School.
It was two and a half years ago when my father and I moved to Belle Forest, but I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was also the day I met him, Linck Thurston.
It was the first day of my sophomore year. I was 16. I didn't have many friends at first. In fact, I had none. I was having some trouble finding my classes when he spotted me and asked if I needed any help. He had dark brown hair and I noticed a scar on his ebony forehead which, at the time, made me think he was some sort of bad boy. Then I noticed his kind gray eyes. I don't know what it was, but I felt immediately attracted to him.
He also introduced me to a couple of his friends and after a few months he asked me out on date. It was the happiest day of my life. We've been together ever since.
He was standing at his locker when I crept up behind him and covered his eyes with my hands.
"Guess who?" I said playfully.
"An angel?" he answered.
"No silly!" I laughed.
He removed my hands and turned around to face me. "I don't think so." he said staring straight into my eyes. He brushed a strand of hair out of my face then wrapped his arms around my waist. I closed my eyes as he kissed me. God I love him! He's everything a girl could ask for; tall, dark, and handsome. What more could you want?
"Hey Kurau," my boyfriend said softly once we finished our kiss. "Hey, baby," I replied, smiling at him.
"Where you been? I haven't seen you in awhile." I inquired with a pout face.
He shrugged. "Nowhere special. Just my spot." he answered.
"Practicing you lifting?" I guessed. Linck's a refboarder.
"Yep, you know me." he replied grinning.
"You any closer to perfecting that trick you showed me?" I wondered. From time-to-time I watch him lift. He's pretty good too. Or at least, I think so. I don't lift myself.
"Yeah, almost." he nodded. There's a city lift competition coming up and Linck's entered himself in it. I don't know why though. Lifting's more of a hobby to him, but he's headstrong so I have faith in him.
"Don't worry, baby. I know you'll win. I have faith in you." I told him, kissing his lips.
"Thanks," he said returning the kiss.
"Once you set your mind on something, you don't give up until you win. That's just the type of man you are, the man I fell in love with." I told him.
He smiled. "Hey, you know my family's motto: 'Don't beg for things. Do it yourself..." began Linck.
I knew the rest. "Or else, you won't get anything." I finished.
"I love you, Kurau. You know that?" he told me gently. "I know. I love you too, Linck." I replied.
~Another Love Story~
Part One -END-
A/N: Welcome to the first of three parts to my side story. Wanna hear something funny? This story was actually started one day while I was on Skype with a couple of my buddies. I got bored and randomly started typing. They didn't know what was going on, but liked reading it. It was just some short rambling at first, but they told me I should upload it. After their encouraging words I decided to take their advice and continue the story here. Let's hear it for boredom and randomness! w00t!