There’s something about summer. Whether it’s the thought of summer, that one time of year where you are free from teachers and homework. The late nights and even later mornings, and the seemingly unlimited amount of free time to do as you please.
Or whenever you looked back on those events, just give them a glance, they seemed to be pure bliss. They are like an unshared secret that only you have the key to.
Summertime is great.
If something is classified under the summer season, it automatically has this glaze. This glaze of awesome. Then really think back to a summertime event, just one, and it’s easier to pick off that glaze because when you single that event out, it probably wasn’t at that level of awesome that your brain has tricked you into thinking it was.
Don’t get me wrong, there isn’t anything wrong with that glaze, really. It can make those few ordinary weeks seem…magical. Maybe it’s just that break form the ordinary, I don’t know. But my summer had that special glaze, and there’s no doubt that every time I can think of from this summer lived up to it.
No doubt.


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It was the second time this year I’d been standing in this airport. It was dread filtering the air this time instead of that great bittersweet happiness.
“Angie!” He came sprinting toward me. Jaxen Phelps, technically still my boyfriend.
“It’s not Angie.” I said pressing my palms against his chest as he reached down to kiss me, I didn’t let him. “My name is Blair.” His constantly calling me Angie just all the sudden snapped a nerve. I don’t know why though. Thinking about it, I doubt Jaxen even remembered that my name was Blair.
“Angie, Angie Star, what’s wrong?” The name had come from a facebook quiz. It said my perfect nickname would be Angie Star, Jaxen got a kick out of it.
“My name is,” I turned my head to the side as he tried to kiss me again. “Blair, Blair Cavanaugh. It was funny before, but I just, I just don’t really like it anymore.”
“What happened to you this summer?” He looked at me like I’d grown a third leg. “No. Wait, how was your summer?” The caring boyfriend act. I would’ve fallen for it before, but not now, I knew better.
“My summer was,” What word could possibly fell that space and do the question justice?
I had prepped and prepared for this moment for a while. Now that it was finally here, I couldn’t do it. How was I ever going to do this to him? But, I knew what he and I had, it wasn’t love. Not real love anyway. And, it wouldn’t be fair. Not to Jaxen.
“Jaxen,” I looked up at him nervously, “We need to talk.”
“Just wait until after lunch, Honey.”
“No.” If I had been the old me, I might’ve just agreed and went on; but I was tired of doing what everyone else wanted me to do. “Now. We talk now.”
Jaxen looked down at me, surprised. He wasn’t used to that, neither was I. But in all honesty, I wasn’t surprised I made that move, it just wasn’t me. Correction, it just wasn’t the old me. And it all started from summer. This summer had been great.