Disclaimer: I don't own the characters OR the song! -cries-

A/N: Um...yeah I guess this would be categorized under the "Joy" part of the title; because this is more of a songfic...but I was just crazy today so don't complain! The song is from A-Teens and the title of the song is obvious (in bold letters, duh) Be warned! I was too lazy to read this over so...yeah... Enjoy!

Our Last Summer

Tossing out random junk, sifting through the pile of old memories, picking up stray pieces of faded parchment...

A photo album reveals itself and is gingerly raised onto her thighs as she flips slowly through the pages. Close to the back are the most recent pictures, photos from just the earlier year and yet others from the current year. Grinning softly, she traces her finger over a figure in a particular photo.

His face is long and fine, gorgeous golden eyes placed perfectly to accentuate his slender lips and long, elf-like ears. Elongated, silvery tresses flew down past his hips and with her index finger she traces the silver locks carefully.

The summer air was soft and warm
The feeling right, the Paris night
Did it's best to please us
And strolling down the Elysee
We had a drink in each cafe
And you
You talked of politics, philosophy and I
Smiled like Mona Lisa
We had our chance
It was a fine and true romance

Most of the pictures were taken by other family members so that she could stand by him, and some were even taken without either of them knowing. One snapshot had him talking about his new career- a very complex and educational career that surpassed even her wildest dreams. She merely smiled at him, proud that he was so interested in things she knew would make him a great man.

Remembering back to that day, she takes out a few more snapshots taken on the same day. A myriad of memories flood her mind as she can just visualize when they were walking down the crowded streets, linking arms and avoiding cars while crossing the streets. She recalls walking down into cafes and just taking small sips, testing to see which café had the best coffee.

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain

He rarely laughed with her, but that didn't matter at all.

Sitting down on her mattress, she retains the memories of them being carefree and joyful. 'Our last summer...' she thinks as she swings her legs over the side and grasps her photo album tenderly. 'It was years ago, but it seems like just yesterday. That's funny...I never knew I could remember stuff like this so vividly just because of a few pictures...'

Sure, it was a few years ago, but the girl knows that years can feel like mere hours when she wants to look back on them. They had had so many fun times together, it is hard for her to let go of the fact that he is gone from her life.

'But that doesn't matter now, does it?' she reprimands herself, trying to push away negative thoughts. 'I'm old enough to just forget about all that.'

However, the memories still reside within her mind and, resigning to the urge, she lets her mind recall the good times they had had.

We made our way along the river
And we sat down in the grass
By the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh yes
Those crazy years, that was the time
Of the flower-power
But underneath we had a fear of flying
Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
We took the chance
Like we were dancing our last dance

He had grasped her hand gently, leading her around town as if he knew the alleys and streets like the back of his hand. She had no doubts that he had known it perfectly, every sidewalk and park imaginable.

Smiling briefly, she recalls a short clip of her memory.

--

"Where are you taking me?"

"Silence. You shall know soon enough."

Pouting, but not saying a word more, the girl followed him as he held her hand firmly. They walked down an especially dark alley and he made sure she was right beside him so that she would not get lost. At the end of the alley, he abruptly halted and she almost ran into him. Stopping herself before impact, she demanded why he had stopped so suddenly like that.

He hadn't uttered a single word as he commanded her to close his eyes. She protested, but soon he won the small battle and she reluctantly allowed him to blindfold her as she murmured something about revenge. After tying a very loose knot, he grasp her hand again and led her slowly into the sunlight.

It was a fairly short walk. At last they reached their final destination and he told her to sit down. She carefully did as she was told, feeling the blades of uncut grass under her soft palms. When he finally removed the blindfold after sitting beside her, she gasped at what she saw.

Right beside them, a few meters away was none other than the famed Eiffel tower. Overjoyed, she exaggeratingly clapped her hands in excitement and savored the view from where she was. He faintly smiled and after her little observation of each detail of the tower, found her leaning against him.

Just when things couldn't get any better, they did. Revealing a simple rose, he handed it gingerly to her and tears pooled in her eyes. She bowed her head low, not wanting him to see the tears. He became a little frightful that he had hurt her somehow, and he tried to comfort her, but she turned to him with a smile and embraced him tightly instead.

Every day was used to the fullest. He worried that they might waste precious moments while she fretted over the thought that each day might have been the last.

And when he had taken her to a ballroom filled with elegant dancers, she had cried, assuming that the dance they had shared would be the last they'd ever share again.

Like a true lover, he comforted her and promised her they'd dance again...and again if she willed it so.

If only he knew how wrong he was...

--

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand


Flipping through the pages, she landed on various pictures containing them, holding hands wherever they went. In the museums, they would hold onto each other as if separation would break their hearts completely. At amusement parks, they would sit on benches and climb trees for fun, always together.

Nothing is more emotional for her than just staring at the snapshots of him loving her and vise versa. She knows he wouldn't give her the time of day now, but that doesn't disrupt her precious moment. Even without him beside her, she can still love those days as if he did as well.

Paris restaurants
Our last summer
Morning croissants
Living for the day, worries far away
Our last summer
We could laugh and play

'I remember how he would pay for all the expenses, like a true gentleman. I would always argue over that, but he did it anyway. From Paris restaurants to London site seeing, he'd just lash out his credit card and tell me to enjoy our time together.'

Sighing, she moves across her bed and walks toward the closet. She reaches in, trying to find a set of clothes to wear. She is not sure why she wants to change her clothes, personally, but it always makes her feel eerily better whenever she is decked with a different outfit.

At last, a strapless black dress is removed from its hanger and she pulls off her T-shirt, donning herself with the beautiful garment instead. Intent on going out to a fancy restaurant and forgetting old memories by stuffing herself fat, she dresses up pretty nicely, inserting her jade loop earrings into her ears.

'It's time for me to have a little solo fancy dining. I wonder what he's doing now though...'

And now you're working in a bank
The family man, the football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Yet you're the hero of my dreams

She knows he had started working at a large, reliable bank, gotten married and had children by now. He had to have. Perhaps he had even changed back to his old name, instead of the cute nickname she had labeled him with.

'Sesshoumaru...'

Yet, even with a name like that the mere mention of it, or a photo of him, makes her smile. He is still the only man in her life that she'll never let herself forget. Though the memories she will try and avoid, she can never forget him. That would be cruel, she thinks from time to time.

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain

Out the door and locking it, she heads down to the local restaurant. They had met there a few times before, but she knows he always preferred more expensive restaurants. Well, she'd going there for fun and also because she does not want to waste a load of money on a simple meal.

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand

Driving off in her car, she heads down to the dining area. She turns on the radio to distract any discomforting recollections of the past and lowers the volume slightly so as not to cause her to also become distracted from her driving.

10 minutes pass and she sits in the driver's seat, waiting patiently for the light to change. As if on clue, the light flicks green and she allows the car before her to start moving before she, too, applies some pressure on the gas pedal. Off into the moonlight, she finally arrives at the desired destination and she parks in one of the far parking spaces. Although there are plenty lots up closer, she swiftly decides that she needs to walk more often and unbuckles her seatbelt.

Inside the restaurant are refreshing aromas of freshly cooked bread and scrumptious main dishes being served to the customers. A waiter leads her to a seat beside the window and hands her a menu, which she takes with a bow of her head and sits down.

Glancing to the side after choosing her order, she spots someone she'd never imagine to see.

Paris restaurants
Our last summer
Morning croissants

He sits there, nodding every so often as a little girl talks continuously, babbling on about random topics that pop into her head, occasionally forgetting what she was talking about and diving into an entirely new subject. When their drinks arrive and she ceases her inconsistent talking by taking a sip of her apple juice, he glances to the side a bit.

Their eyes lock and she uncomfortably tries to make it seem as if it were mere coincidence (which it was).

"Excuse me, Rin," he says to the girl and she nods, kicking her legs from under the table. She's used to him having to leave the table for short errands and she's come to the point where she barely notices them.

He slowly rises from his seat, looking towards her.

'It's her,' her thinks, 'She's here.'

Meanwhile, said girl is trying to keep herself from letting her heart pound its way out of her chest. She gulps gradually, looking away from him.

Hours seem to go by, but she knows they are only seconds. And soon, he's beside her, talking to her.

"Hello," he greats awkwardly, unsure of what else to say.

She looks up at him, smirking softly. "Hey. Long time, no see."

"Indeed," he agrees. Then, motioning over to the seat across from her, he adds, "May I?"

"Help yourself," she says simply. Her heart beats rapidly, but she ignores the sensation. They sit in silence for a while before he decides to start up a conversation.

"You are dressed up rather nicely today," he observes, nodding towards her attire. "Perhaps you are meeting someone?"

Shaking her head, she replies, "Just wanted to dress up for fun. What about you? You meeting someone?"

He in turn shakes his head. "I'm just here with Rin. You remember her, I assume?"

She nods, and a memory flashes before her eyes. Little does she know that the exact memory she is seeing again is the one that flashes before his eyes as well.

We were living for the day, worries far away...

A/N: I am that crazy today...