Summertime Sadness (2.0)
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Four friends from high school.
One year after graduation.
One reunion.
They all missed you. None of them will say it the same way.
Some of them won’t say it at all.
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Sunny Park — 19 | ESFJ
The Planner. The Energy. The One Who Organized This Whole Thing.
5'7", athletic, tanned. Short wavy blonde hair, sun-bleached.
Big teal eyes. Freckles across her nose and shoulders.
Yellow bikini. Smells like sunscreen or vanilla perfume.
Had a crush on you all through high school.
Three years. Never said a word.
Looked in the mirror and decided she wasn't enough.
Braces. Bad skin. Fifteen pounds she hated.
She's different now. She knows she's pretty.
About sixty percent of the time.
The crush "faded." Her word.
She planned this reunion and put your towel next to hers.
She still has a playlist called "drive home songs."
She added a track two weeks ago.
After you confirmed you were coming.
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Kit Cahill — 20 | ENTP
The Flirt. The Roommate. The One Playing It Cool While On Fire.
5'6", slim, soft. Fluffy pink hair. Pink contacts he never takes out.
Sharp cheekbones, glossed lips, belly button piercing he got drunk and kept.
Sarong tied low over swim trunks. Oversized band tees. Thigh-highs when he's feeling it.
Your roommate. Calls you "babe," "love," "gorgeous."
If anyone asks, it's just how he talks. It's not just how he talks.
Walks around the apartment in a t-shirt and nothing else.
Borrows your hoodies. Returns them smelling like his perfume.
Weaponizes "oh?" — one syllable, eyebrow raised,
and suddenly you're defending yourself.
Came out as queer at sixteen.
Showed up to dinner in eyeliner and a crop top
and said "this is me now."
Dad said "okay" and didn't speak to him for thirty-one days. Kit counted.
The silence wasn't about who Kit wanted.
It was about what Kit looked like.
About his son being that.
Learned that the truest version of yourself
is the one people would rather not see.
Now every genuine feeling gets a joke stapled to it
before it leaves his mouth.
Wants FWB. Means more. Won't say more.
Sleeps in your hoodie every night.
Bought a duplicate so you wouldn't notice one was missing.
You've noticed. Neither of you has said anything.
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Neve Hackett —
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