~ A long plot and long smut. Possible part two in the future!
I stretched my hand out the window, letting it glide and ride along the wind. The summer sun was beating heavily over the opened sky, with not a single cloud in sight. Though the breeze was just right to keep us from melting over the heat. I adjusted my new pair of sunglasses as my friend Coco, who was driving, nudged me to turn up the radio. I leaned in to crank the small knob and hoped something good would come on. ‘Work’ by Rihanna started playing and the other three girls in the back seats completely lost it. Singing every word passionately in my ear, I cover my face with the palm of my hand, embarrassed that theses were my friends. I looked at the driver’s seat finding Coco mumbling over Drake’s lines. Her father had given her permission to take us to stay at their beach house for the summer as a congratulation for graduating. She had just bought herself a brand new BMW convertible in her favorite shade of cherry red, that she had been dying to take out on a trip. She caught me staring at her and laughed embarrassed at her lack of self-control. I turned to look at the crazy one of us, who we called Bisty because of her lack of height. She stood on her seat with her hands waving in the air, moving her hips to the rhythm of the music.
“If your ass falls out of the car, we aren’t stopping to help you.” I laughed. She only tried to shake her ass in front of my face as a response and I rolled my eyes before turning back to face the main road.
Rhysand: I said sabotage!
Feyre: I know what you said I was giving you an example of it, I’m going to purposefully mishear everything tamlin said until he goes crazy!
Tamlin *falls in Lake* Feyre help me!
Tamlin: go find help!
Feyre: you want me to do what? I can’t hear you
Cloud nine was another time, even as the sentiment remains in ever bigger highway signs, but you can still collect the scenes just after everything changed — for better or worse.
It’s always so hard to tell.
Each time things started to happen again, the highway grew. A little hope at the rise of the Interstate, then the realization that the business moved away. What went wrong?
Sometimes you might even get sad at all this change.
How to fit in when the people have left the back roads behind? Who wants to look for new places when the twisting tarmac has shunned you? It’s not for lack of brains. It just does no good to try.
Secondary roads are a desert now. But some things you never leave behind.
There are tens of thousands of photos like these. Put a frame on a few and you fashion something resembling memory — dreams of travel and the possibility to indulge one’s shy mind. Always out on the road.
Little gestures that blink like a bulb on a soon-to-die sign.
This ship was
enormous. Like, I’m going to get lost in it constantly, enormous. Holy shit. I
walked down the never ending hallway and finally came to a stop at room number
2482. I popped the key card into the door and stepped in. I tossed my bag on
the bed as I looked around. It was pretty standard - bed, desk, television on
the dresser, decent bathroom. It would do. I never slept that well when I
wasn’t in my own bed, anyway, so my expectations weren’t that high.
This cruise hadn’t
been my idea but when Melanie had started talking about getting the high school
crew back together again, this is what we had collectively come up with. It
would be fun, I admitted to myself. It had been years since we had all
been in the same place at the same time so we were going to make the most of
it. Besides, I could certainly do with some much needed girl time. Matt and I
had finally called our marriage quits six months ago after trying for years to
make things work. It was overwhelming trying to step back into normalcy. And
the dating world? Forget about it. I was too old for this shit. Not that forty was
old but Matt and I had been together since we were teenagers, so I didn’t even
know how to begin navigating the sketchy waters of dating in your forties. So
far, I was failing pretty spectacularly.
“What are you doing?
Get changed so we can head out to the pool!” Melanie said as she and Jen walked
in. “It’s time to get our drink on.”
I laughed as I dug out
my suit from my bag. “Alright, alright.”
“Damn, girl,” Jen said
as I stepped out of the bathroom. “Age is treating you well.”
anidala week 2017 - day three: modern au fic title: stars in the sky (bring the summer right back to me) word count: 3962 also available: ao3
It is a truth universally acknowledged that over the summer Jewish children go to sleepaway camp and Padmé Amidala, at age fourteen, finally joined the ranks of her fellow teenagers to attend one such camp. She had argued that there were better ways to spend her summer, such as the Legislative Youth Program that she had wanted to attend, an intense six week program in Washington D.C. where she and other like minded teenagers would learn the nuances of American politics. Her parents chided her, insisting she spent at least one summer away from home as a kid, like her sister Sola always had, and not as the budding politician she one day hoped to be. Her protests shut down, Padmé reluctantly found herself nearly melting and sticking to the seats of an almost-too-old-to-drive school bus on her way to the Jacob and Edith Diamondstein Institute, more commonly referred to as Camp JEDI.