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Assistant: Title: Until the Summer Fades
        Author: cheythighs cheythighs 
        Chapter: 1/27 
        Summary: You have the entire summer off from work and decide to spend that time with your dad in Austin. You just didn't expect his neighbor and best friend Joel Miller to affect you so much. You just only hope he feels the same way about you as you spend more and more time together from Memorial Day to Labor Day. A lot can happen under the Texas summer moon.
        Contents: Chapter 1: Fireflies and String Lights
    

    


  

  
  
    
    “Thanks for spending the summer with me kiddo” your dad says in the driver seat of the two person pick up truck.“Of course” you smile over at him, “It’s been a long time coming, thankfully I have the summer off” You landed a job down in San Antonio at a University working in their psychology department. This was your first official job that wasn’t associated with retail or food service and you couldn’t be more ecstatic.  “Too bad they ain’t paying you over the summer” He winks at you “Maybe we can find some paperwork for you on the site” Your dad owned a construction company and ‘site’ could mean any of the ones he was currently working on around the greater Austin area. Austin was not short on construction, you cursed it every time you drove up on 35 North.  “I think I may enjoy being off and mooching off you if that’s okay” you respond and he laughs, “So, what exactly are we going to anyways?” All you knew was that it was an outdoor festival of some sort.  “It’s the annual Memorial Day community get together” he says matter of factly. “If it’s the ‘annual’ get together, then how come I’m just now hearing about it?” you say, mentally poking fun at him.  “Well, smart ass, this is our second year doing it” and you laugh at his retort while he parks the truck in the community park’s parking lot. You hop out of the cab, brushing down your sundress that you had bought on sale from a pin up style boutique down in San Antonio. After your dad told you vaguely what this was on the phone, you thought it would be perfect to debut the blue and white gingham fit and flare dress adorned with small embroidered cherries throughout the skirt. Adjusting the spaghetti strap you ask “So who’s all gon’ be here?”  “Well” your dad starts as he shuts the door, putting the key in the door to lock up the ancient Chevy “Let’s go find out”  You roll your eyes, knowing full and well where you got your attitude from.  The park is so quaint and decorated for the event, small bulbed string lights are strung out from the white gazebo in the center stretching out around the community park. Several of the local dads brought their smokers on a trailer to cook for everyone. The smell of ribs, brisket, and chicken fill the air as a small local band of kids, you’re pretty sure you’ve babysat at one point, are playing folk and country music in that same gazebo as people dance around it.  “They really did this up!” you look over at your dad as he’s grabbing the foldable lawn chairs out of the back of the truck. “Told ya you should’a come last year, grab the ice chest will ya” he asks and you oblige by grabbing the small but heavy ice chest full of Lonestar beer and small bottles of wine (your request).  “Gotta get a good spot before it gets real busy” he adds but it already does look busy as the sun is setting, you didn’t realize how big of a deal this was. You follow behind your dad and he sets up the chairs next to the makeshift dance floor made of small cork floorboard pieces next to the gazebo.  “Well hey there stranger!” a female voice rings up behind you, It’s Mrs. Adler, your dad’s down the street neighbor who always had some new baked good concoction to bring over whenever you lived there. “Hey!” you respond, hugging her. “Where’s Danny?” you ask about her husband. “Probably over by the smokers drinking his beer and getting in the way” she chuckles, “How’ve ya been?”  You respond to her, telling her about your job, your apartment, your friends and life in San Antonio, ending it by telling her you’ll be staying the summer with your dad. She smiles at that.  “Well I know Sarah will be happy to hear that, wonder where she is, I know she’ll be tickled to see you” at that you begin to look around for her, and her dad, Joel, how could you forget about Sarah and Joel.  Even though Sarah and you are five years apart you practically grew up together, babysat her even. You’ll never forget the year you were studying in college, her in high school and you both had a spring break that aligned with each other so you spent that week in Austin. You went to Barton Springs, tried to sneak her into 21+ places during SXSW, and had sleepovers at her house. Yeah, that sleepover, the memory of it hitting you like a train. You and Sarah shared a bed and you got up for water as she snored on her side. Leaving the room in the dark, the only light illuminating came from under the bathroom door to help guide you. The shower was running and steam was peeking out from that d@mn crack under the door and you couldn’t move, just stared at that mist pouring out. You were so lost in thought you didn’t even hear the shower squeak off and before you could bolt down stairs, the knob turned. Joel walked out with a matted blue towel wrapped around his waist, water beading on his tan chest as he brushed his wet curls back with his fingers then his soft brown eyes met yours. Reality came to you and you beelined it back to Sarah’s room, but not before you stubbed your toe on her door frame. “F@ck!” you yelp and hop into the room and shut the door behind you.  You hop on the bed and grab your swollen toe in the dark and hiss at the pain. “You good?” Sarah asks in the grumbled, half asleep voice. “Yeah” you reply “Stubbed my toe trying to get water” but she was already back asleep.  You left that morning and ran straight back to your house before anyone was awake, texting her some b@llsh@t story about helping your dad. You did not want to have to face Joel that morning, so you didn’t, and that was the last time you saw him, in a blue towel radiating heat from a scalding shower.  As if manifesting them you see Sarah, on the dancefloor, holding hands with a group of friends and dancing in a circle, jumping. You smile at the sweet image and she looks over, feeling your stare. She screams and alerts half of the park and runs towards you.  “Oh my god!” she hugs your neck, lifting up a jeaned leg “What are you doing here?” She pulls away.  You tell her the same thing you told your dad about having the summer off. “Okay! We’re definitely hanging!” she's ecstatic “Oh! Come to my graduation party!” She pulls her phone out to text you the invitation.  “It’s next week, I’m officially college educated” She smiles smugly “And I’m the youngest one in my class since I took all those college prep courses in high school, remember?” and you do, helping her study or texting her pictures of old notes from your college prep notebook.  “It’s gon’ be at our house! We can swim, listen to music and my dad is gonna grill, or at least try to” She looks over at your dad who is sitting in his chair, drinking and people watching. She calls out his name “Speaking of, can you help him? My dad burns water” your dad laughs and agrees, saying he doesn’t wanna eat a hockey puck for a burger so he would happily help. You all laugh. At this point Mrs. Adler had mingled her way back into the crowd. You offer Sarah some of your wine and she declines because it wasn’t sweet and she tells you her friend’s have twisted teas. You decline her offer as well, thinking about how the sweet stuff tastes like high school. So you pour yourself some chilled white wine in a red solo cup that your dad brought and bring it to your lips as Sarah continues to joke. “Hey” your dad is speaking to Sarah, “Where is your dad?” She nods towards the side of the gazebo.  “One of the bulbs went out so he’s fixing it, he’s always fixing something.” She looks at you “That man can’t relax” and your eyes wander over to him. He’s on a step stool ladder, Phillips head screwdriver in between his lips as he replaces a bulb. The light comes to life and illuminates his face, highlighting the subtle grey of his curls and stubble on his face. He claps his hands together, ridding imaginary dust, the tale tell sign from a dad that the job is well done. He puts the tool back in his belt and steps down off the ladder, disassembling it and placing it under his flanneled arm and makes his way towards your group. You can feel your breath catch in your throat.  It’s been years since you’ve seen him and the last time wasn’t exactly ordinary. You had the black toenail for months as a reminder.  Your dad stands up, placing his empty beer in the chair’s cup holder, to greet Joel. They give that ‘man’ hug, patting each other aggressively on the back and then he looks down at you.  “Hey there kid” and he politely hugs you from the side, “How’ve you been?” you repeat yourself about the apartment, job, friends, etc. Then Sarah interrupts you, “And she's staying the whole summer!” His eyebrows raise at that, “That so?” and he looks at your dad who nods.  “So if ya got any paperwork or things for her to do, she’s available” your dad grabs you around the arm and squeezes, a little too hard and shaking you while he offers up your services, sloshing the wine in your cup.  “I’ll keep that in mind” and he smiles at you. F@ck. That smile. You don’t know what else to do but awkwardly smile back and take a sip.  Your dad grabs his attention back, talking business and baseball then the conversation lands on Sarah’s graduation party.  “Need us to bring anything?” your dad offers.  “Just your swimsuit and beer” Joel replies. “Who’d a thought us two dopes could have smart AND beautiful daughters?” you can tell your dad is feeling good as he pops open a second beer. Joel smiles and nods in agreement glancing at you, then the female fronted band slows down to a Sugarland ballad.  Maybe it was the wine but you blurt out, “I love this song” Sarah, Joel and your dad look at you.  “Then let’s dance” your dad puts his beer down and holds his hand out to take you to the floor and dance with you. The awkward smile returns to your face as you take his hand and nod at your dad’s neighbors in departure. You see Sarah and Joel watching from the side and you’ve never felt so embarrassed, but you do it for your dad knowing he’s mentally taking pictures of this moment with you since it’s been so long since you’ve seen him.  Suddenly you hear your dad’s name being called by a new voice, it’s Mr. Adler. “You gotta try this chicken!” He’s got a plate full, “Kevin put some Alabama barbecue sauce on it from when he visited his cousins, I’ve never heard of white barbecue sauce!” Your dad lets you go to make his way towards Mr. Adler.  “Sorry sweetheart, I  gotta try this!” Leaving you in the middle of the floor he yells out, “Joel, finish dancing with my daughter, I gotta see what Danny’s talking ‘bout” and off goes your food loving father.  Your eyes immediately dart towards Joel and Sarah, but Sarah isn’t there anymore, she must have gone back to her friend group. So you make eye contact with him, both of you are like a deer in headlights but he makes his way towards you.  “You don’t have to” you start “sorry, he’s drunk” Joel smiles sweetly at you.  “Nah, he’s just happy to have you home” he’s right “Plus, you love this song” and then his hand is out in offering. You take it and it’s rough, calloused. Your fingers wrap around it and he politely grabs the small of your back as you slowly place your other hand on his shoulder feeling the fabric of his red flannel. Then, you’re off, dancing under the twinkling lights with Joel Miller.  ___________________________________________________
  
  
At first you both are looking in opposite directions as he leads you slowly around the floor. The silence between you both is palpable to a point where you can’t handle it.  “ So… ” you begin sing songily, “You must be so proud of Sarah”  He finally looks down at you with those brown eyes, “Yeah” he says shortly and looks back away.  “Marketing is a hard degree field” you continue, “She’s gon’ do amazing things with it” “Well, Psychology don’t sound too easy either, bet you’re diagnosing everyone at this party” he says flatly, not looking at you. You can’t tell if he’s joking or being serious. “Yeah,” you swallow, “I’m analyzing you right now” and you joke, smiling half heartedly. “Oh yeah?” That stare coming back to meet you, “And?” he waits. “I’d have to charge you, my services ain’t free” Holy sh@t. Did that just leave your mouth? That sounded like flirting,  f@ck.  His eyes narrow and his brows furrowed as he moves you around the dancefloor. Your smile begins to fall and then a laugh releases from him and not a regular laugh, a genuine belly laugh. You’re shocked, you’ve never seen Joel laugh like this. He lets out a “woooo” and takes a deep breath, spinning you at the song’s ending.  “Missed ya kid” he says as he lets you go “Hope your toe is okay” and then he walks off the floor, leaving you alone under the stars.'
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