This is just a stand-alone short-story I wrote as a practice of my writing skills, and since I have not got in touch with writing stories for a while, I thought I start with this simple one.
I would have uploaded it onto the FanFiction.net account I just created, but there’s a 2-days waiting period for new members so, posting it here will have to do.
Some Tony fans might be annoyed by my portrayal of him in the story, so I wouldn’t really recommend this if you are one, even though my intention was not to cast him out or anything.
Summer Memories
July 21st Rainy
The weather’s been abnormal lately, and it isn’t just the rain. There has been no sign of the sun for weeks. It’s either pouring or flooding with clouds. All the chrysanthemums in the garden have shriveled up – not pretty when you’re growing several beds of them. Mum tried to use UV lights to revitalize them. Turns out that certain plants are quite flammable, if that even made sense at all.
The absence of sunlight coincided with his missing status as well. No messages. No calls. No mails. Nothing. Just as the beams of sunshine have mysteriously departed, so has him.
Maybe I should had gave Tony a chance…
There I go again. Heh.
The appearance of these gloomy days has apparenyly bounced me back to that much disdained broken shell, that insecure – and lethal - ‘Shrinking Violet,’ that whom endangered mum and dad’s lives that time… and Dash’s, too.
‘Doubt is a luxury we cannot afford anymore,’ Violet, get that through your head!
If only he was here. His disappearance from my life triggered everything – the doubts, the fears, the longing for his stuck-up attitude, his arrogance, his… kind words, offered without request, carrying such warmth that would make it seem like it’s Summer again.
That’s exactly what I need right now: warmth. I have gotten a cold again. Mum took me to the doctor this morning, he said it was nothing but a small flu. But to me, this common illness brought me back to that day, when I had also caught the flu… on the first day of Summer.
A cold hit me. As Summer began. Thus rendering me helpless in participating in any mission on that day, and more importantly, preventing me from cheering Tony on for his championship match… because of this one, annoying illness.
But, instead of being ‘110%’ devoted to his ‘big game,’ he showed up, inspite of being part of the championship series as well. He. Not Tony.
I’m not blaming Tony for not visiting me when I was sick, it’s just that I was glad that he, on that cold, lonely Summer morning, came over and ensured I was alright before heading to his game. I was asleep at that time, but once again, he made known of his short visit.
It was so like him. Drop by unnoticed, leaving either a message on my cell – yeah, on my cell – or write a simple note, placing it by my side thereafter, oftenly accompanying either which with a gift of a simple appearance, yet one that represents his concern for me.
I wasn’t at all upset about Tony. He didn’t do anything wrong. Even if he did, being upset was the least of all reason for me to do what I did; leaving him for… that guy.
I guess I was just following my heart. Tony was sweet, but he wasn’t able to comfort me the way he did when I was troubled. He didn’t felt like someone I could leave my whole life secured upon. As the warm days of Summer came to a closure near the end of June, I gradually felt that the feelings I had for Tony wasn’t love, but pure infatuation. I realized the realness of that when Tony went missing for a week after being kidnapped by one of the major villains we were facing.
At that time, I thought I wouldn’t stop crying till my eyes go blind, but there was nothing. No tears, no sorrow, just worries for a friend’s fate, a really, really good friend.
We were able to rescue him before much harm was done, fortunately, but I wished that I wasn’t there, or rather, that he wasn’t there, as it was then when I told Tony the truth. I didn’t want to. It felt terrible to hurt him like that. It felt worse seeing the reaction on his face. But, he was there, and Tony was about to kiss me before him. It might not have felt right hurting Tony, but it felt worse to deceive the two nicest guys I’ve met in my life – save Dad – who have, both of them, undoubtedly truly cared about me with all their heart.
I’m so lucky to have met them, and even though I might not be dating Tony Rydinger anymore, he would always have a special place in my heart; that sweet, kind football jockey boy.
As for him? I guess I ought to just patiently wait. I have not heard from him since that confession. Did I do the right thing? Is there even a right and wrong in following my heart? I don’t know. All that’s left in my mind are the blissful days he spent with me throughout last month, those beautiful Summer memories.
Despite the gloomy state of these past weeks, I kept fighting on in hope of his return. I have to stop here now, the phone’s been ringing for about half a minute now. Mum and Dad are out, so I guess it’s up to me to take up this mission.
Until next time, I’ll be missing you, KID.
VioletXXX
). So, it’s pretty cramped up, not to mention that if all that is done, I might consider writing a full-length story rather than short diary entries, but that is quite improbable to happen, so don’t get your hopes up 
