AN:So this is fluff. And filler. Whatever you want to call it. It kind of just wrote itself. But honestly, that is what I enjoy the most about summer. Minus the silence part, sitting out on the deck, watching the sky, drinking your drink of choice, and hanging out with the people you enjoy the most. I realize that most of what I’m posting recently doesn’t get into detail or description too much. I’m working on it. But recently my mind really isn’t into it. I’m into writing short and sweet oneshots apparently. I just let my mind and hands do the writing. I don’t really have to much control in it. – Aks

Warm Summer Nights

Akia Blakemore

I lived for warm summer nights. My favorite part of the summer wasn’t being out of school or partying every night. It was sitting out on my deck staring at the stars, or sitting in the middle of a field, lying on my back, watching the sky. The only thing that made it better was having a bottle of cream soda with me. The huge expanse of sky above me allowed me to think.

During school time I loved walking around at night. It allowed me to think. Think about myself, think about the world, think about relationships, and think about everything. Summer was only about thinking. Many nights were spent just thinking under the stars. I was a philosopher without being a philosopher. I didn’t think about the meaning of life, I didn’t think about what I was here on Earth for, I just thought.

It was one of those nights. I was on my porch, I had brought out a chair from inside and I was watching the storm occurring outside with my feet propped up on the railing. Beside me was my bottle of cream soda, as usual. I was deep in thought about the state of the world right now, when I saw a figure making its way up our path to the front door.

I acknowledged his presence when he sat down next to me, but I didn’t say anything. I just watched the rain fall harder and harder. He pulled off his soaked rain jacket, and made a move to say something to me, but thought better of it and sat back in silence.

Still silent, I handed him a bottle of cream soda. He took it gladly and we sat together in silence. This was the epitome of summer, I decided. Sitting on the porch with someone you love, drinking Thomas Kemper (upgraded to beer when you’re allowed), and staring at the stars in a comfortable silence. He pulled me towards him, and we spent the rest of the night just sitting and watching the world.

Fin. 6.30