What Summers Are Made Of
***Hey everyone, how's it going? Hope you all like the story and what not, and thanks for the reviews. I'm working on the chapter where Gloria's finally gonna tell Chris everything, so it might take a while since it's such an important chapter. This is kind of a transition chapter and has more of a Stand By Me nostalgic tone to it.......hope you enjoy the chapter, R/R please! ~Sweet Dreams***
Unfortunately or fortunately, I'm still not sure, the moment did end. But it was the real beginning of a million other moments just like it, if not better. That one moment was one of many, just like Casablanca was one of the many movies we saw that summer or Little Deuce Coupe was one of the many songs I heard that summer.
It's not something that can easily be forgotten, and I never want to. The boys had their life changing summer over three years ago, and this was mine. And although Chris was a major part of it, there was more to it.
It was living in a simpler time, when you can leave the doors unlocked at night. It was the younger children running home when the streetlights came on. It was buying a pack of cigarettes for 50 cents. I had this incredible gift handed to me on a silver platter, and I had no regrets, not even one. There isn't a single thing I would do differently if I had the chance. I tried my hardest not to take the experience for granted, and I like to think I succeeded.
The summer progressed too quickly, as summer tends to do. The days melted into each other, a seemingly endless array of sun, heat, the boys, laughing, cigarettes, the things summers are made of. And although I tried my hardest to see and appreciate each day separately it was difficult.
I was surprisingly not home sick. Now and then I would get a twinge in the pit of my stomach, like something was missing, but Chris would wrap his arms around me, and the feeling would be gone as quickly as it came. At times I even forgot I had a life before this summer. Sometimes one of them would mention something that happened in the past, and I swear it was like I was there. I began to create memories that didn't exist. It sounds crazy, but it's true. Being in Castle Rock made me forget about my past and my future, and forced me to concentrate on the present.
I saw Chris almost everyday, whether he came to my house, I went to his, or we went somewhere else, we were together a good deal of the time. Sometimes Gordie, Teddy, and Vern hung out with us too, sometimes they didn't. No matter what, we always managed to have a good time.
There were other times though, night mostly, when I was by myself. I would sit outside on the steps, smoking a cigarette and stare at the stars. The air would always smell fresh and clean with just a faint scent of honeysuckle. When I smell it now it triggers a flood of memories. I didn't feel lonely, quite the opposite really. I felt at peace with the world.
Everything was going quite well for the most part. No more run-ins with the Cobras, no fights with Chris, everything was going fine. I knew it would come crashing down though, it always did. I tried my hardest to not think about the end of summer, but it was getting closer every second. I would have to face it eventually. I cared about Chris, maybe not loved, but close enough and I was sick of lying to him. He questioned where my parent's were a lot. I made up excuses that I wouldn't have believed if I were him. He didn't push the issue though..........until a day near the end of August.
***Hey everyone, how's it going? Hope you all like the story and what not, and thanks for the reviews. I'm working on the chapter where Gloria's finally gonna tell Chris everything, so it might take a while since it's such an important chapter. This is kind of a transition chapter and has more of a Stand By Me nostalgic tone to it.......hope you enjoy the chapter, R/R please! ~Sweet Dreams***
Unfortunately or fortunately, I'm still not sure, the moment did end. But it was the real beginning of a million other moments just like it, if not better. That one moment was one of many, just like Casablanca was one of the many movies we saw that summer or Little Deuce Coupe was one of the many songs I heard that summer.
It's not something that can easily be forgotten, and I never want to. The boys had their life changing summer over three years ago, and this was mine. And although Chris was a major part of it, there was more to it.
It was living in a simpler time, when you can leave the doors unlocked at night. It was the younger children running home when the streetlights came on. It was buying a pack of cigarettes for 50 cents. I had this incredible gift handed to me on a silver platter, and I had no regrets, not even one. There isn't a single thing I would do differently if I had the chance. I tried my hardest not to take the experience for granted, and I like to think I succeeded.
The summer progressed too quickly, as summer tends to do. The days melted into each other, a seemingly endless array of sun, heat, the boys, laughing, cigarettes, the things summers are made of. And although I tried my hardest to see and appreciate each day separately it was difficult.
I was surprisingly not home sick. Now and then I would get a twinge in the pit of my stomach, like something was missing, but Chris would wrap his arms around me, and the feeling would be gone as quickly as it came. At times I even forgot I had a life before this summer. Sometimes one of them would mention something that happened in the past, and I swear it was like I was there. I began to create memories that didn't exist. It sounds crazy, but it's true. Being in Castle Rock made me forget about my past and my future, and forced me to concentrate on the present.
I saw Chris almost everyday, whether he came to my house, I went to his, or we went somewhere else, we were together a good deal of the time. Sometimes Gordie, Teddy, and Vern hung out with us too, sometimes they didn't. No matter what, we always managed to have a good time.
There were other times though, night mostly, when I was by myself. I would sit outside on the steps, smoking a cigarette and stare at the stars. The air would always smell fresh and clean with just a faint scent of honeysuckle. When I smell it now it triggers a flood of memories. I didn't feel lonely, quite the opposite really. I felt at peace with the world.
Everything was going quite well for the most part. No more run-ins with the Cobras, no fights with Chris, everything was going fine. I knew it would come crashing down though, it always did. I tried my hardest to not think about the end of summer, but it was getting closer every second. I would have to face it eventually. I cared about Chris, maybe not loved, but close enough and I was sick of lying to him. He questioned where my parent's were a lot. I made up excuses that I wouldn't have believed if I were him. He didn't push the issue though..........until a day near the end of August.