if one would look up the definition of summer, then what they would read would describe summer mae perfectly, no pun intended.

the girl was quite the literal image of such a term, with her blond hair that almost looked platinum blonde during summer and her skin in contrast got more tanned, making her bluish green eyes appear more piercing than they already did

during summer break all she did was thrift, take pictures, collect seashells, surf, and hangout with her friends- obviously at the beach, perfect setup to take pictures with her new digital camera.

when asked what her favorite season may be, she never ever thought twice summer, obviously

nothing better than warm air, cool water, sparkling soda, tanlines - whether on her or on the cute boys that she encountered at the beach -, long days and short nights and no school

her friendgroup's daily hangouts were probably her favorite part of the hottest months of the year; summer was lucky, with matteo, neveah, gage (who would rather be in the middle of winter snowboarding), and awkwardly enough her ex boyfriend dimitri, all had a thing for surfing, or at least for spending hours marinating in sunscreen, sand and salty water while blasting music and eating fruit

one activity they had just recently found out about that wasn't buying ice cream, or running around the boardwalk, was henna tattoos

a dream come true for teens that wanted 'dope ass tats' but weren't old enough to get them permanently yet

with the song "riptide" playing faintly on the radio next to the friend groups set up, it was time for the henna tattoos.

"it tickles," summer complained against the tanned skin of her bicep as her head was halfway buried underneath her arms, blonde hair damp and almost wavy from the ocean's waves, through which she'd just surfed for almost two hours straight, "make sure it's super cute, but tiny."