#summer|interaction.

“sure.” summer didn’t even attempt to sound convinced because she most definitely wasn’t. it was the kind of thing she’d have just rolled her eyes about while they were together before using it as an excuse to stop off at her favourite coffee spot — now every dollar counted as she tried to scrape together the funds to get out of the arrangement of living with her ex. “it’s the principle, jordan,” she sighed, “we don’t share shit anymore.” nothing more than an unfortunate roof.

“we could get arrested for this.”

it had been a couple of weeks since their little beach date but the two of them hadn't really had the chance to meet up. summer had kept in touch with ashton over text but she'd decidedly taken a little space to iron things out. she'd had to get talking to her boyfriend out of the way first and that was a drama in itself; one they may or may not have heard about. she felt a bit antsy at the prospect of seeing them again, a somewhat bashful smile on her lips as she pulled her apartment door open. "hi," she breathed, "come in. make yourself comfortable."

"come on, you'll barely be able to see out the windscreen. just come in for a little bit until the weather dies down."

attending a ten-year high school reunion isn't something summer ever thought that she'd do. she wants to keep those years far behind her but sheer nosiness and curiosity have brought her along. when her eyes land on them, she's instantly glad she bothered to turn up at all. "wow, you haven't changed a bit," she offers in lieu of a greeting, "decided to come check this nonsense out too, huh?"

"oh — mm, i see you got the picture that i sent," summer murmured against their lips, more focused on kissing them than what she is sounding cocky. of course in sending it she had hoped they might come to her sooner and it had gone exactly according to plan but now they were here, they were her sole focus.

summer almost found the question of why hadn’t he been kissing her like that leaving her mouth, but she managed to bite her tongue. she knew why. “no! no — it was… effective,” she decided on, sparing a quick glance over her shoulder. “thank you. it wasn't too much at all, i swear.”

"you know," summer muttered, giving her friend a rather pointed look. she wasn't expecting it to feel the way it had and that was perhaps why words failed her. "like... that! like you really mean it."