Summer Fridays (Summer)

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He said that she must be some type of poet and she tilted her head to the side, as if that thought had never occurred to her. "Just saying what I see is true," she commented with a short shrug. He was glad she liked it, or rather, he said he hoped she would like it since it came from her. Her brow furrowed, "artists despise their own work often, no?" she challenged. History proved that many poets, painters and writers hated their work for most of their life and probably still do in their deaths, as far as Summer was concerned.

He said sneaking in wouldn't be too bad, and then reprimanded the couple that was all over each other at the doorway. As they moved out of the way Summer, with no indication of whispering or trying to hide it at all, commented; "never kissed." She kept her gaze on the couple in wonderment as she passed by, following closely behind Friday. She let him hold her hand tightly and kept her own gaze one the dog at her side.

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Summer explained she was just saying what she saw and Friday laughed for a moment. “You have a point or you’re just attempting to be modest. I’m not sure yet.” Friday joked while they made their way back to the Weekly him with the dog following. “that it true I suppose.” Friday agreed or at least he figured it was true, the lives and feeling of artists wasn’t exactly something he was well versed in. “Still it was nice and sounded pretty deep at least so you should like it. If you don’t, I’ll like it enough for the both of us.” He smirked first a moment while looking back toward Summer and the dog in tow.

Once inside the house they were back into the crowd and multiple conversations going on at once. They had just passed the couple and Summer said, never kissed, which he didn’t exactly believe. “Why? You’re pretty and nice. I’m sure we can fix that here at the party.” Friday didn’t think before he spoke, it wasn’t exactly something he made sure to do. If he had he would have saved himself from many awkward moments. This one included as he realized just what he had said. “I mean someone has to have a game of spin the bottle going on around here that can help. Not that I... I’m just gonna shut up now.” He laughed mostly to himself, it didn’t help that he was also holding her hand and leading her to his room. Luckily it was because of the dog and not what some others might think it was about. He just kept leading the away, trying to ignore his own words.

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He said she had a point or she was just attempting to be modest, which made her cock her head to the side, "I don't lie," she commented. People who were just pretending to be modest were liars, not admitting truths about themselves. He agreed about artists hating their work, though, which could also be true. It was a dance of rhetoric and honesty with artists and their talents, that was true. She smiled at him, blushing a little, "I'll like it, we share," she agreed.

He asked why she had never kissed, saying she was pretty and nice and that they could fix it here at the party. She shook her head, her cheeks feeling hot again. "Not sure if I... like that," she admitted, "don't want to kiss just anyone. Don't see the merit in kissing," she explained. She was curious though, and considered asking him more about it, but didn't know how to word it.

Soon they were in a bedroom and she squeezed his hand, looking around the room. "Yours? Messy," she giggled.

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