SummerBoy

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Hey there kiddo(:

My name is Christa and Im 13<3
So basically, this profile is just for my story, Summer Boy!
My other profile is xxocheerbabe423, which I strongly suggest you check out(;

So I guess thats it!
Enjoy<333

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Sorry Guys, but I really hate my story now. It sucks. So I'm gonna stop writing it. Ya'll can leave all the hate comments you want, but I'm done.

Sorry, and thanks to anyone who read it at all♥

Summer Boy***
[17]

"ALANA!" Mickey yelled. Alana turned her head around to face us and Mickey started to wave.

I grabbed Mickey's shoulders and brought her face close to mine. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked, watching as Alana got out of the water and started to make her way over to us. Mickey rolled her eyes and answered, "You have to confront your problems. You have to rid your body of all the toxic hate clouding you spirit."

Did I mention Mickey is very New Age?

"Well that's awesome Mickey, but this girl almost broke my boyfriend and I up. How do I talk to her without strangling her first?"

"Think Zen. WWGD? What would Ghandi do?"

I was considering strangling Mickey when Alana arrived.

"Hi Alana! I love your bikini," Mickey lied. She hates sequins even more than I do, and Mickey only wears pink in October, for breast cancer.

"Hey Mick! I love yours too," Alana said. This seemed sincere, and why shouldn't it? Mickey was wearing a black and white tie-dyed string bikini that did an awful job of covering up her boobs. But it actually looked good on Mickey, rather than slutty.

Mickey looked over at me. "Jules," she said sternly, sounding like my mom, "say hi to Alana."

"Hi."

"I like your bathing suit," she tried, seeming sincere once again. She and Mickey must've already discussed this evil plan of theirs.

"Thanks. I hate yours," I replied honestly.

She smiled thinly. "Mm, well, I seem to recall you having a bathing suit identical to this one freshman year."

This was going to be a long day.


Again, sorry it's so short!!! Running low on ideas! Comment if you have any!!!!!!!!!!!!

Summer Boy***
[16]

Two weeks later, Mickey and I went to Misquamicut. Ryan was at football camp for the week since he was going out for the football team at school in September.

When Mickey and I got there at around noon, we found a perfect spot and laid out our blanket. Mickey put on about a pound of sunscreen (she, for some reason, enjoyed being so pale) and pulled put a magazine, while I slathered on some tanning oil and flipped over on my stomach. I undid my bikini top so I wouldn't get a tan line, closed my eyes, and popped in my ear buds, feeling myself drift off.

After what felt like only five minutes but was probably at least two hours, Mickey woke me up extremely roughly.

I grabbed my bikini strings and sat up, pushing my sunglasses up on my head.

"Mickey, this is my only day to relax, because tomorrow I start cheerleading. So please, leave me alone."

She shook her head and pointed a finger out towards the water. I followed her finger to see Alana Morrissey floating in the water, wearing a hideous pink sequined bikini.

"No effing way," I nearly whispered.


Sorry it's so short!!! Gotta go to bed(:

Summer Boy***
[15]

When I woke up the next morning, there was one new text on my phone from Ryan. One. And there was nothing on Facebook. As mad and hurt and upset and heartbroken as I was, I read the text.

I'm coming over at 2 to explain. No buts. 

I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was almost two. I didn't even care. I didn't want to hear his excuses, but I guess I couldn't stop him. 

I took a look in the mirror to see how bad I looked. My hair was all tangled and my eye makeup was smeared all across my face.


Defeated, I climbed back into my bed, wrapping the covers tight around me. 

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang.
    
I heard my mom yell up to me, "Jules, honey, Ryan's here!" When I didn't respond, I heard him coming up the stairs. I pulled the covers over my head, not wanting to see him.

I heard the door creak open and I heard Ryan walking into the room.

"Jules."

I lifted the covers back just enough that I could see him. He looked tired, and his eyes were a little swollen looking, like he'd been crying. Which was ridiculous. Guys didn't cry over girls.

"Ryan," I countered, sitting up.

"Look, Jules, you don't know what happened last night."

I shrugged and crossed my arms. "So why don't you tell me?"

He sighed and looked down at his Supras. "I'm not gonna lie. I noticed Alana as soon as you did, and I thought she was hot. And when you left to dance with Mickey, she started talking to me. I couldn't hear her, and she told me it'd be easier to hear her in one of those private area things in the back. I agreed to go with her because, we had been having an actual conversation and I wanted to continue it. Not because she was hot or because I wanted to be with her, just because liked talking to her. Anyway's, as soon as we get back there, she literally fell on top of me and started to kiss me. I kept pushing her off, but she kept trying, literally pulling me back in. I swear Jules, I didn't want her to kiss me. I didn't want any of that. And I miss you Jules. I miss falling asleep texting you and I miss holding you. I hate seeing you push me away and I hate seeing you cry, but most of all I  hate myself for making you cry."

I didn't say anything. I was really just trying to soak it all in. Did I belive him? I wasn't sure.

I started to cry and when I wiped away the first tear that fell, I saw that it had make up in it.

Ryan noticed I was crying and came over to me. Seeing I wasn't going to push him away, he sat down next to me on the bed and put his arms around me. I leaned against him, letting the tears fall. Ryan wiped a few of them away, and I sighed.

"Okay," I said, wiping my cheeks with the back of my hands. "I believe you. But I swear to God Ryan, if I ever see you that close to another girl I swear I will-"

He cut me off with the most passionate kiss of my life.

 

Summer Boy***
[13]

The whole time I dirty danced with Ryan, I was on lookout for Alana. I saw the way she was looking at  Ryan and I had to make sure she knew that he was completely off limits.

After the song was over, the DJ put on 'So Obvious' by Runner Runner, me and Ryan's song.

We locked eyes and I grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him as passionately as I could. He kissed me back just as fiercely. I kept my hands on his face the whole time, but his hands went from my hips, up my body to my neck, ending up tangled in my hair. It was amazing.

When we pulled apart, breathless, he told me he loved me. I smiled and kissed him softly.

"I love you too."

When I said that, he smiled softly and kissed me again, just a little less intensely than before.

The song ended and Mickey appeared out of nowhere by my side.

"Care to dance?" she teased me, holding out her hand. I laughed and took it, leaving Ryan behind.

Mickey and I went to the DJ booth, and requested our songs, 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' by Cyndi Lauper and 'Shots' by LMFAO.

The DJ nodded and, after the song playing ('Raise Your Glass' by P!nk) finished, 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' started. Mickey and I started to dance like crazy people, just enjoying being young and having fun. Then when 'Shots' started, all hell broke loose.

 


Summer Boy***
[10]

Okay, so, it's been a month, and I still haven't told Ryan I loved him. But not to worry. My birthday is in two weeks and Mickey's throwing me a party, as is her tradition.

That was when I would tell him.

Right now, I was at the mall with Mickey, trying to find the perfect party dress. We found it in Forever 21. It was a black tube dress with a bubble skirt that fight me like a glove and came to about the middle of my thigh. To go with it, I bought a pair of black satin Martinez Valero Lexie stilettos, diamond encrusted hoop earrings, and an armful of black and silver bangles.


* * *
On the night of the party, I got dressed and did my hair and makeup - pin straight hair with straight down bangs for my hair and bright red lipstick and black liquid eyeliner for my makeup.

When I was ready, I grabbed my black clutch purse, threw my phone in it, and yelled to my mom I would be back by curfew.

I hopped in my car and drove to the club where the party was being held.

I was, obviously, the first one there and I took the time to make sure everything was ready.

Finally, at seven o'clock, people started to arrive.

Party time.


Sorry! I know it's short but I gotta got to bed(: Promise the next one'll be longerr