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."

her keys and clutch purse then slipped her feet

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FALLON

then picked up his remote and pressed the pause button. He grinned at the frozen image on the screen as he walked through his living room to the

unlocked the door and pulled

gray top that fell off her shoulders with a black tank under it. Her long hair was in a messy bun on the top of her head and she

her stance, the crossed arms, the scowl on

you got my address from your Madame or Pimp, but I see it as a breach of information

where she was standing

and standoffish, and she was clearly angry. He scanned the room for his cell phone

he chuckled as he walked around the circumference of his seating area, giving her a wide berth, "wait, is your name Brittney Goings or Summer Lafayette? Both sound like porn star aliases if you ask me but hey, in your

you twit," she spat. "What the hell did

didn't mean he wanted her to see it. "Get out.

the projectile as it fell to the floor and slid until it hit the base of the wall. Lord knew he never laid hands on a female but this