He looked right into her eyes, she wasn't looking into his. Her eyes were covered with sunglasses when they'd first met his. She was sitting on a long lawn chair across the pool; no one could talk to her. They all knew if she was disturbed while sun tanning there would be hell to pay. He couldn't stop starring, she was too beautiful. A boy with a full head of blond hair noticed this and kicked his shoulder.
"Get over it Cohen, like she'll ever be interested in you."
Seth sighed as he, again, focused his attention back to Summer Roberts.
I've got a twenty-dollar bill,
That says no one's ever seen you,
Without make up,
You're always made up.
She turned in his direction and sat up straight; he closed his eyes but opened them to see a small tattoo on the lower part of her stomach. It said "Summer" in small letters with a sun around it. He'd saw her get it for her 17th birthday. He'd taken her to get it. It was her present.
And I'm sick of your tattoos
He cocked his head in the right direction and saw Marissa changing cd's in the player. He knew that this ought to be good, considering him and Marissa had the same much tastes – and no one else could give a damn about the next indie band.
She turned her head and shot Marissa a dirty look. Seth snickered inside. Summer called Marissa over to have a little talk about music etiquette during a party. He looked down into the pool and shook his head.
And the way you always criticize the Smiths
And Morrissey
The song changed and started off slowly. He could hear her squeal from the other side of the pool. He smiled when he saw her do the same.
And I know that you're a sucker
For anything acoustic
There were some things that he knew would never change about Summer Roberts.
Fast Forward:
He looked out at the Harbor quad one last time. He had just graduated his senior year at Harbor. He and Summer got over his leaving during the summer of junior year. They'd broken up and became friends once again. Not that that was too weird.
He turned around to see her standing there. He smiled, he still loved her. He couldn't tell her that, it would just screw up things. She smiled at him too; she looked directly into his eyes. She told him that she'd miss him, he told her to always keep in touch.
She heard familiar voices coming from down the corridor. She looked at the pack of girls coming towards her, she looked back at him. The girls called her name. She looked at Seth and used her left hand to flip him off. They both rolled their eyes.
When I say lets keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you'd grow up
Seth went home that day and ran to his computer. He'd gotten into making mix cd's for people that year. Summer had just made him so mad at that moment he needed to make one to make her realize she was just being a bitch.
This is the first song for your mix tape
And it's short just like your temper
He was mad that he couldn't tell her that he still loved her. He was mad that she could change in a heartbeat; he was mad cause she was who she was. Summer Roberts could never change, and he hated her for it
But some what golden like the afternoons
We used to spend
Before you got too cool
He looked down at the CD he'd just made for her. Break up Songs – That Got Me over You was the label he put on the front. 'Got me over you' he thought. He kicked his trash can and snapped the case in half.
"Fuck you Summer, Fuck you."
Mix Tape by Brand New
"Get over it Cohen, like she'll ever be interested in you."
Seth sighed as he, again, focused his attention back to Summer Roberts.
I've got a twenty-dollar bill,
That says no one's ever seen you,
Without make up,
You're always made up.
She turned in his direction and sat up straight; he closed his eyes but opened them to see a small tattoo on the lower part of her stomach. It said "Summer" in small letters with a sun around it. He'd saw her get it for her 17th birthday. He'd taken her to get it. It was her present.
And I'm sick of your tattoos
He cocked his head in the right direction and saw Marissa changing cd's in the player. He knew that this ought to be good, considering him and Marissa had the same much tastes – and no one else could give a damn about the next indie band.
She turned her head and shot Marissa a dirty look. Seth snickered inside. Summer called Marissa over to have a little talk about music etiquette during a party. He looked down into the pool and shook his head.
And the way you always criticize the Smiths
And Morrissey
The song changed and started off slowly. He could hear her squeal from the other side of the pool. He smiled when he saw her do the same.
And I know that you're a sucker
For anything acoustic
There were some things that he knew would never change about Summer Roberts.
Fast Forward:
He looked out at the Harbor quad one last time. He had just graduated his senior year at Harbor. He and Summer got over his leaving during the summer of junior year. They'd broken up and became friends once again. Not that that was too weird.
He turned around to see her standing there. He smiled, he still loved her. He couldn't tell her that, it would just screw up things. She smiled at him too; she looked directly into his eyes. She told him that she'd miss him, he told her to always keep in touch.
She heard familiar voices coming from down the corridor. She looked at the pack of girls coming towards her, she looked back at him. The girls called her name. She looked at Seth and used her left hand to flip him off. They both rolled their eyes.
When I say lets keep in touch,
I really mean I wish that you'd grow up
Seth went home that day and ran to his computer. He'd gotten into making mix cd's for people that year. Summer had just made him so mad at that moment he needed to make one to make her realize she was just being a bitch.
This is the first song for your mix tape
And it's short just like your temper
He was mad that he couldn't tell her that he still loved her. He was mad that she could change in a heartbeat; he was mad cause she was who she was. Summer Roberts could never change, and he hated her for it
But some what golden like the afternoons
We used to spend
Before you got too cool
He looked down at the CD he'd just made for her. Break up Songs – That Got Me over You was the label he put on the front. 'Got me over you' he thought. He kicked his trash can and snapped the case in half.
"Fuck you Summer, Fuck you."
Mix Tape by Brand New