status. closed starter for summer boone @sundrifting. setting. old fox books, time tbd.
SOMETHING ABOUT BEING IN SUMMER’S IMMEDIATE VICINITY almost physically transports julian into the restless, scraggly fifteen-year old who always somehow found a way to linger around the quiet, mousy brunette like she was keeping a secret he wanted to know. four years together and julian wasn’t sure he ever figured that secret out or if there even was one. she was blonder now than she had ever been in her whole life, and julian was still restless, still scraggly, still just hanging around like he didn’t have anything better to do than to follow her around a bookstore, pointedly trying to get on her frayed nerves—pushing books out from behind the shelves, reading the blurbs on the dust jackets obnoxiously out loud, putting random titles in her basket—aching to get a reaction, any reaction, because anything was better than being ignored.
“look what i found.” purposefully blocked summer’s way as he held up a heavily used paperback of fear and loathing in las vegas, the source material for one of his favorite movies in high school. he used to own a copy of the book, which he never finished, and ended up just renting the movie on blockbuster instead. he never got to return the dvd since the branch in willow glen shut down, and unfortunately for summer, that meant that she had to sit through benicio del toro getting high on lsd in a bath tub while listening to jefferson airplane’s white rabbit, twenty times more than humanly bearable in the name of whatever warped version fifteen-year olds thought love was supposed to be. “this is yours now. my gift to you.”
