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Riker:
The both of you were in a heated debate of whether summer or winter was better. Riker thought summer, "I mean, you're done with school and you can actually live life you know? Go to the beach, party..." except none of those things appealed to you, "But winter has snow and you don't sweat and you wear cute jumpers and cuddle and there's Christmas!" Riker shook his head, "No, see, summer is just as good because the clothes are cooler..." as much as the argument went on, nobody won. He remained a winter hater and you, a summer hater.
Ross:
"This has been the best summer," Ross confessed as the two of you sat on the top of his car. He had a point, you were finally able to tour with him for most of North America and still have a stress free summer. Ross took you out on dates in the middle of the night where he got the most privacy, which somehow made everything so much more personal and better. "I agree, I mean where else could we look at the Grand Canyon at night?" the answer was nowhere.
Rocky:
His house had a swimming pool he used every day either to throw a party or to bathe all by himself, anyway, it was the perfect excuse for you to drop by. It happened to be the right day because not only was he hot as hell with his new tan but he even had margaritas on the pool side, "Just in time, here's yours, with a blue umbrella," he handed you the cold glass. "Have I ever told you you're the best host?" "Several times but it's always nice to hear it." After the drink you spent the whole day swimming with Rocky.
Ellington:
The A.C. wasn't working, the electrician was on holiday and neither of you was a handy person; the result? Sweat. Ellington was lying on the couch completely naked while you had an ice pack to cool your body. "Babe, I don't know if it's sweat or water, either way you're looking hot as the sun right now. Come over here," it was tempting but he too was too hot, literally, "I think I'll choose staying cool. Thanks for the offer though." Unfortunately Ellington always got his way.
Ryland:
It seemed unreal how perfect the night had turned out. There was a campfire, the sound of the waves calming your nerves and Ryland even brought smores, which you originally introduced him to. "Seriously, these things are the best," he said squishing a marshmallow between a bar of chocolate and two pieces of sweet crackers. "I know, how many marshmallows do we have left?" he looked in the bag, "Erm..1." he started laughing "we ate them all!? Guess we better finish them then." what you said made logical sense so with full stomaches you split the last smore.
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sadly summers almost over for me and im gonna spend it inside, sleeping, watching ahs on netflix and eating oh well
--callie
