We sat under the dogwood tree, where the shade was just right. The sun was out, and it was painfully humid. Nice Combo. Oh, summer. It goes by too fast, and then it’s only a memory.
I never told Jason how I felt about him. We’ve spent one whole summer together, and I still feel butterflies when I see him, goosebumps when I hold his hand, and chills when I hear his every word.
At that moment, he looked like a perfect angel – my perfect angel. His brown wavy hair hung right above his blue watercolor eyes, and his smirk was breathtaking. He stared at me with complete satisfaction, as he held my hand. I wished he would never let go.
Summer will be over in only one more week, so that means only one more week of total freedom before I have to start studying. I am going to be a junior in high school next year, and my parents will kill me if I get poor grades. It will mean that I’m a total failure at life. Great.
Jason and I sat there for the rest of the afternoon, ignoring the tic tok of that dreaded clock.