Author's Note: So, um...yeah, Summertime Sadness...

Day Seventy-Nine: Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey

It was a hot summer night. I was sneaking off from my parents' summer home in the Hamptons.

The cool sand was caressing my bare feet; my heels were in my hands. I threw them on the beach aside. I stepped closer to the water, the water brushing up and teasing my feet.

I was about ready to rip the annoying fabric off of my dress. My hair was up, beauty-queen style, but royal and regal was just about the last thing I would use to describe my feelings at the moment.

On a whim, I ripped the thin, silky material of the dress so it was now to about two or three inches above my knee.

"So the princess is no longer a princess anymore?"

I turned and saw a guy. He had two people on either side of him; one was a shorter guy with shaggy brown hair, and the other was a girl not much shorter than me with short blonde hair. She was wearing a huge sweater and a hat over her blonde hair.

"Do I know you?" I inquired meekly.

"You can relax. We're not here to cause you any trouble," he insisted. "We just thought you looked lonely." His piercing blue eyes were earnest. "We wanted to know if you wanted to come and join us."

The girl's similar blue eyes were soft, almost inviting. The guy's brooding brown eyes looked non-threatening and almost friendly.

Hanna, the girl with the soft blue eyes, was laughing as she took another swig of whiskey. I laughed with her. The moon was the only light, aside from the dim light and music from the party my parents were throwing.

I took another sip of alcohol when I thought of them. I didn't want to have to go back to them after this. This was the first time I had fun nearly this entire summer.

The air was cool on my skin. I started to shiver. Right about then, I felt a jacket drape over my shoulders.

I looked to my side. It was Toby, the boy with the piercing blue eyes. He had given me a sweater.

I gave him a small smile. "Thank you."

I felt his eyes boring into me, cutting me, almost. It made my skin feel hot. I got a tingling, burning, numbing sensation all over my body.

"Do you have to leave tonight?"

I thought about it for a minute. I looked back at the house, where people were still partying. I doubted anyone even noticed my absence. "No," I answered.

And so what if they did? My parents didn't scare me; not even my own father, who was one of the most menacing attorneys in the state of Pennsylvania.

Hanna stopped mid-step. "You know what would be really fun? Going for a drive down the highway. Nobody's on it at two in the morning."

Toby and Caleb both gave her a skeptical look. "It's really late, Hanna," Caleb told her.

"So? Later is better than never," she answered.

"Maybe another day," Toby agreed with Caleb.

She pouted, but I knew she trusted the two of them more than she trusted herself.

I realized the music back at the beach house was beginning to die down. My parents would probably begin to notice I wasn't there. And to be honest, though I wasn't scared of them, I'd prefer not having to deal with their wrath.

I began to yawn. Toby was the only one who was around to notice; as I had drifted off in my own thoughts, Hanna and Caleb began walking along the water.

"It's getting late. I'm feeling really tired. I think that I should start to go—"

I felt an unexpected kiss on the lips.

He pulled away with a small smile. "I just wanted you to know that I felt that way about you."

I let a small smile cross my lips before I headed back up the beach. I climbed up quietly to my room, where I quickly changed into shorts and a t-shirt.

I looked back out the window. He was still on the beach with Hanna and Caleb. He smiled at me. I smiled back.

I dropped onto the bed a short time later.

I sighed. So this was what summertime sadness—loneliness—felt like.

This was the greatest high I had felt in a very long time. I was with him and Hanna. I was driving and we were going down the highway at about ninety-something miles an hour. It was dangerous and reckless, but it was the best feeling ever.

I looked over at the passenger seat, where Toby was.

"What if we were to crash?" I asked them both as I began to slow down a bit.

"Then…we crash."

I just laughed. I couldn't shake this electric feeling I got while doing this.

I wondered if I'd ever do this back in Rosewood. I wanted to.

Ugh, Rosewood. I didn't want to go back. I'd miss them all. But most of all…I'd miss him.

And already, I was missing them. I wasn't far off from those horrible days of summertime sadness.

But for now, I could enjoy the ride and just drive with them.

AL3110: I saw the trailer for the movie. It looks good. I should probably read it because I'm pretty sure Michelle is going to drag me to go see it when it comes out. She hates reading, but she loved that book. She was surprised when I told her you read it and loved it (because I also told her that you were like 12 or 13 and she was like "Wasn't the sex part like too mature?" and I said, "Yeah, but...she's AL. I guess she's good with it. We knew what it was when we were 12"). And eh, it's not that sad.

LittleBittyAbby:I really never listen to the radio. My friend always is like, "I love this song" whenever there's this popular song playing or he tells me about one song he really likes, and I'm always like, "Never heard of it". And he's always like, "OMG, how could you not know this song? It's on the radio like every ten minutes." And I just say, "I don't listen to the radio. Like, ever." And I just started reading your story and WOW it's so good. I really like it.

Sarah:My history test is this Thursday (originally it was tomorrow, but the teacher pushed it back) on World War I. I actually know my shiz on WWI, though, so I think I'm good. And Jesus, I hate math. I have an 88 right now and am ranked like 10/18 in my math class. This is going to sound so stereotypical and kind of racist (I guess), but out of the top five ranks in my math class, they're all Asian. This one kid, Patrick who is like awesome at math, has the #1 spot (and he's actually from China). This girl Amy (also from China) and this other kid Wesley (not from China, but he's Chinese) are tied for 2nd. This kid Trip (KOREAN, not Chinese) is 4th (since there's no 3rd) and this boy James (also from China) is #5. Then this one girl is #6, I have no clue who's #7, another guy is #8, no clue who #9 is, I'm #10, this kid Iz is #11, and I don't know about the rest. But yep, I'm not Asian, so I can't math. Wait...you smoke? Whaaaat? Okay, anywhoozies, I heard a song today by your husband. Actually, two. One is The a Team (which is actually #100 in this collection, which I hope to finish by June 10th, AKA PLL Day), and the other was Small Bump, which your amazing fic is named after :)

NewEnglandMuggleGirl:I've been trying to do more on Toby's POV, but lately, I've been writing for Spence :)

MilaMizz:Oh, ew, that sucks. I could not live if my computer broke or anything. I like how the English say vitamin and aluminum. It's the best. Now I wonder what your accent sounds like. Oh, and since I saw the Australalian accent tag, do you call soda "fizz" or whatever? Because that's what the girl called it. IDK if you learned more American slang or Australalalian slang, so I was just curious :)

Um...everything is sad. But hopefully things will get better because school is almost over.

So I have...a vocab quiz tomorrow (easy), a health test tomorrow (super easy), P.E on Wednesday (ew), Latin quiz on Friday (easy...I hope), Spanish vocab quiz on Thursday (ew), and a History test on Thursday (0_o). Ooh, and yeah, SAC day on Friday. For those of you who don't know, I have a house system in my school (the council is called the Student Advisory Council, or SAC for short) and I'm in the best house, the Merrick house. We're leading the game by an outstanding number of points (a little over 200, I believe). We really want to win this House Cup, which is going to be awarded after the final two competitions- SAC Day and collective house GPA. I'm feeling pretty stoked because we won the last GPA tally-up and we won SAC day back in September or October. So wish me good luck #GoMerrick

The next one-shot is gonna be Devil in Me by Gin Wigmore. Thanks for reading, you guys!

#GoMerrick. I had to say it. -Kayson