A Taste of Spring

SUMMER

This shit has to end, Summer thought as she stood in the kitchen of her apartment. It's been two weeks and Spring still looked like leftover shit on a stick and it was all that twit's-Fallon's-fault. God, why did the lord breed such pricks? From her father, a loser drug-addicted liar, to her first real boyfriend, a voyeur douche who manipulated and used her, men were the scum of the earth.

Though Summer only had one good use for them-as her personal ATM machines, her sister felt differently. Spring believed in Happily Ever After, and that meant she let men affect her. To do that meant being miserable and hovering from here to there like a ghost while dealing with their machinations, and then looking like a zombie when they broke you.

(...and they always broke you.)

Thank god she didn't believe in love anymore.

"Want to catch a movie tonight?" Summer leaned on the wall as she watched Spring fidget with the zipper on her shoulder bag.

"Not really. Besides, I only have a few episodes left of the show I'm streaming." Spring finally zippered up the bag. She opened the front door to go to work. "See ya."

"See ya," Summer said as she watched her sister slink out of the front door. "Yeah, this shit has to end."

then slipped her feet into her sneakers. She left her apartment, locking the front

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FALLON

He grinned at the frozen image on the screen as he walked through his living room to the foyer. His co-workers and management were the

unlocked

on his porch stairs with equal amounts of intrigue and disgust. She wore yoga pants that hugged her curves perfectly, and a loose gray top that fell off her shoulders with a black tank under it. Her long hair

the scowl on her too perfect fucking face, and her right foot forward as if she was squaring off. As mad as she appeared, he couldn't find the fucks

but I see it as a breach of information and will be pursuing legal consultation

pushed past him, bumping his shoulder and side as she marched into his house. For several seconds, Fallon stared at the spot where she was standing seconds ago. When the

standoffish, and she was clearly angry. He scanned the room for his cell phone in case he had to have her psycho ass removed from his property. It was still on the coffee table but she

he chuckled as he walked around the circumference of his seating area, giving her a wide berth, "wait, is your name Brittney

Summer you twit," she spat. "What

mean he wanted her to see it. "Get out. Scurry off to

sound of jingling metal was his only warning as something colorful and shiny sailed by, inches from his face. Fallon followed the projectile as it fell to the floor and slid until it hit the