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  Forever Summer

  C.J. Duggan

  Dear Reader,

  Writing these characters’ stories is like coming home. I know them so well and their voices give me so much joy. I just know that you will love them too.

  By far, my most commonly asked question is: “When is Forever Summer being released?”

  To go through a series like the Summer Series, it was important to explore what makes Adam and Ellie who they are, what makes them loved by the readers and what had everyone asking me the question: “When???”

  I would like to thank you for firstly understanding the delay with this book. It was to be released last year but with the sudden and unexpected loss of my dad writing was very much on the back burner in my life. It is hard as a writer to disappoint readers, but sometimes life happens and plans change. I want to thank everyone for understanding this, and yet still have unwavering excitement for Adam and Ellie’s story. Secondly, I am glad I waited; Forever Summer is a book that deserves to be the best it can be. It’s the final instalment in a much-loved series, an ending with such high expectation from not only you the reader, but myself as a storyteller. I wanted to give it an angle and explore their story in a way that gave you a real understanding of the strength in their friendship: the laughter, the fighting, the making up, the loss, the fear, the hope. I had to unpack everything and rebuild it again, and in order to do that I had to go back to where it all began, by touching on the key points in their lives where their friendship shone, or in some cases were bloody disastrous, but it’s what makes the story complete. So I am going back to school, going back to the Onslow Bar, the road trip to Point Shank, all through Ellie’s eyes as she struggles to understand the ever-changing feelings she has towards her lifelong friend, the incorrigible, yet lovable Adam Henderson.

  CJ x

  Forever Summer

  By C.J. Duggan

  Copyright 2015 by C.J. Duggan

  Amazon Edition

  Forever Summer

  A Summer Series Novella

  Published by C.J. Duggan

  Australia, NSW

  www.cjdugganbooks.com

  First Amazon edition, published 2015

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  Disclaimer: The persons, places, things, and otherwise animate or inanimate objects mentioned in this novel are figments of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to anything or anyone living (or dead) is unintentional.

  Edited by Marion Archer

  Copyedited by Anita Saunders

  Proofreading by Fiona Wilson

  Cover Art by Keary Taylor Indie Designs

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  Author Photograph © 2015 C.J. Duggan

  Forever Summer is also available as a paperback at your favourite retailer.

  Contact the author at [email protected]

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Dear Reader

  Copyright

  Other Titles

  Dedication

  Praise For

  Quote

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Acknowledgements

  Kiss The Girls Preview

  About the Author

  A Summer Series Novel

  May be read as a stand alone or in the following order:

  The Boys of Summer

  Stan

  An Endless Summer

  Max

  That One Summer

  Ringer

  Forever Summer

  Paradise Series

  Paradise City

  Paradise Road

  Look out for

  Kiss the Girls – Pre-Order

  Kiss the Boys – Pre-Order

  www.cjdugganbooks.com

  Dedicated to Anita Saunders.

  I write the words, but you make them shine x

  PRAISE FOR

  The Boys of Summer

  Summer Lovin’

  This book kept me up until the wee hours of the morning because I literally could not force myself to put it down – I just had to know what happened. Everything about The Boys of Summer absolutely blew me away.

  Claire – Claire Reads

  Best Contemporary Read of your Life

  I cannot begin to describe the love I have for this book. The Boys of Summer is a story about self-discovery and first true love that will stay with you for a long time after you read it.

  Hannah – A Girl in a Café

  Fun, Flirty, Fantastic

  All in all, if you’re looking for a lovable and intense read, then this is for you. C.J. Duggan has convinced me she belongs in the contemporary market and I cannot wait to read more from her.

  Donna – Book Passion for Life

  An Australian Gem

  You won’t regret buying this one; you’ll totally fall in love with the story and all of the characters. C.J. Duggan knows how to write a book you’ll just be drawn into! I’m already waiting for the next one – impatiently, might I add! The Boys of Summer is an Australian gem!

  Seirra – Dear, Restless Reader

  Simply Perfect

  Everything about The Boys of Summer was fantastic!!! C.J. Duggan has written an amazing story and she was able to perfectly capture the Aussie summer, fun times with friends both new and old, and all the feelings of falling in love with the boy of your dreams. Bring on book two!!!

  Tracey – YA Book Addict

  Sweet, Intoxicating, Exciting

  The Boys of Summer is a wonderful example of just how deliciously sexy, sweet and charming summer-fling books can be! A book that gives you goose bumps, makes you swoon over its incredibly handsome male cast, gets you hooked on the clever plot line and, ultimately, sends you out feeling all warm inside, satisfied and with a wide smile on your face.

  Evie – Bookish

  Love is friendship set on fire.

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  Prologue

  Onslow High 1994

  I sat, shredding Sarah Norman’s diary with my bare hands. Sniffing, ripping, crying, crumpling, all in the privacy of the girls’ toilet cubicle. As much as I obliterated the pages with my Hulk-smashing hands and tears dripping onto the pile, it still did little to wipe away the memory of seeing ‘Ellie is a whore’ scrawled in thick black marker across the pages. It had been the rumour circulating around for the past few days that there had been something written about me in her diary. I heard the whispers and the sniggers, pretty hard to ignore when Sarah and her bitch squad always seemed to sit behind me in every class, glaring at the back of my head. When I had made mention of my little fan club to my parents they had simply sighed and said, “Kids can be cruel.” But being on the actual receiving end of it all, I had my own theory. Girls (in particular) are just downright utter bitches. My one and only friend was Tess McGee: the yin to my yang, the lightness to my darkness. Where I was considered the ‘whore’, Tess was an innocent, virginal wallflower who was smart and shy and just faded into the background. Right now I would have given anything to be invisible, to simply blend into the background instead of having to vandalise Sarah’s property in an act of revenge. By the time my rage was complete, I wiped my tear-streaked face and took in the mess before me: what once was a diary now looked like an upended shredding machine scattered before me in a pile of paper and cardboard. For the momentary satisfaction it served destroying it, I now had a more pressing reality.

  “Oh, shit,” I breathed. Maybe I could have gotten away with it, flushed the remnants down the toilet, a plausible solution if I hadn’t have actually snatched the diary out of Sarah’s hands and legged it down the corridor with the entire Year Eleven class being able to witness the theft. I closed my eyes and thudded my head against the door.

  “I’m such an idiot.” I should have donned a black cat suit and snuck in at the dead of night and simply broken into her locker, but no, I had to make a public spectacle of myself, running away as if fire burned under my feet, daring not to look back at the screaming banshees. I straightened: hold on a second, I was the victim here. I was the one suffering from an acute case of slandering and character defamation. I had every right to see what was in her diary; after all, it was about me. I should have grabbed it and marched it straight to the staff room, handing it in and highlighting the abuse of school equipment. I had visions of Sarah’s name being called out over the PA, and a little smile curved the corner of my mouth until my eyes dipped to the mess, the evidence that was now destroyed.

  “Idiot! Such an idiot!” My vision blurred once more as I buried my hands into my face, thinking of the ghastly repercussions of what I had just done. My despair was short-lived; hearing the sound of footsteps close in, I lifted my head and stilled.

  Oh God, they’ve found me.

  My eyes widened. I dared not move, but I had to; holding my breath and edging myself away from the exposed gap of the door. I could climb up onto the toilet seat and lift my legs up, but the shredded debris of the diary was a bit of a dead giveaway, and to scoop and dispose would expose me for certain. Instead, I scrunched my knees up, wrapping my arms tightly around my legs, squeezing my eyes closed and inwardly praying they would go away.

  I was doing quite well at being as still as a statue; I was pretty impressed with myself … still and silent. But just as I thought I might have become invisible and the footsteps were moving away in the room, they stopped. I slowly opened my eyes, my chest heaving as I sat silently, my head cocked, straining to hear.

  Had they gone? Oh, thank God they had …

  BOOM!

  I jumped, stifling a yelp with my hands over my mouth.

  BOOM-BOOM!

  The footsteps were moving, making their way down the long line of cubicles, kicking each door open like a nightmare.

  Kick-BOOM, kick-BOOM, kick-BOOM.

  The time to worry about silence was over. As I scrambled to the toilet, spinning around, bracing each hand on either side of the wall, I stared wide-eyed at the door, waiting for it to burst open at any moment. The eerie shadow loomed underneath the gap, standing waiting, taunting me. The room was deathly silent now, save the beating of my heart that was ready to barge its way out of my chest.

  This was it; this was what death looked like. I had never been in a physical fight before, never had my head flushed down the toilet either. I had made it all the way to Year Eleven relatively unscathed; what a cruel turn of events to nearly be free of the confines of Onslow High only for my time to end so dramatically, and all before my debutante too. I closed my eyes, trying to keep my shallow breaths even. Concentrating so hard, but then something broke my train of thought. The footsteps were moving away, I thought as before, but then my short bout of relief was over. The footsteps were moving all right, to the next cubicle. I knew it the second I heard one foot, then the other make that unmistakable indentation of weight-on-top-of-the-plastic-toilet-seat sound.

  Oh God, they were coming over the top.

  My head whipped back so quickly I swear I pulled a muscle as my eyes, wide with horror, looked on as an elbow hooked over the partition, then another.

  Oh God.

  Then a face popped over, peering down on me with a blinding smile.

  I blinked.

  “A-Adam?”

  “You look like you’re sitting in a giant rat’s nest,” he said, his smile still broad.

  I followed his eyeline to the pile of shredded papers that were clumped around my feet and I laughed, laughed before the tears came, unexpectedly, but then I recognised the feeling. I was so utterly relieved to see Adam.

  “O-oh and there she flows.” Adam’s voice trailed down.

  I heard the creaking of the toilet lid, followed by feet jumping to the concrete floor.

  A tentative tap sounded on my door this time. “Come on, Parker, open up.”

  It took me a minute to wipe my eyes and attempt to pull myself together as if by some strange way I would unlock and open up the door and convince Adam that he was seeing things—I wasn’t crying. But as soon as I unlatched the door and he pushed it open, the moment I saw those questioning, dark brown eyes I lost it again.

  “Hey, hey, hey, what gives, Parker?” Adam glanced behind him before stepping into the cubicle and shutting the door behind him, snipping it closed.

  Adam moved forward in the tiny space, his feet scraping amidst the shredded diary. I thought he would grab me by my arms and pull me to my feet, telling me to snap out of it. Instead, he crouched down to my level; the very same elbows that rested over the partition moments before were now resting on my knees. He pushed back one half of the curtain of hair that framed my face and pinned it behind my ear with a smile. I looked down at him, the sad, yet still humorous curve of his mouth. I waited for him to soothe me with words of comfort, tell me everything was going to be okay and not to worry. Instead he breathed out a little laugh and shook his head.

  “You’re a bloody lunatic, Ellie Parker.”

  I frowned, moving to unravel some toilet paper from the roll beside me as I blew my nose. “Gee, thanks. You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

  Leaning on my legs as leverage, with his bony arms he moved to stand.

  “Ouch, watch it,” I snapped, rubbing my legs.

  Adam sighed. “Come on, let’s get out of here before someone sees us and a whole other set of rumours circulate about us in the girls’ dunny.”

  I momentarily flinched at the very mention of the word rumours; it didn’t take much these days for a rumour to circulate about all the supposed boys I had hooked up with at so-and-so’s party. Many of the rumours had been generated from Sarah Norman and her stupid minions. I looked down at what once used to resemble her diary, toeing the rubble with a little smirk; somehow I felt less guilty about what I had done now. Adam watched my foot, a small line of confusion pinching his brow.

  “Wow, you really did a number on it.”

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bsp; I sighed. “I am so suspended; right before exams too. Great.”

  The Sarah Norman war had been happening throughout the year, and my less-than-cool-headed reactions to her had me on my very last warning. Vandalising student property was the final nail in my coffin, I knew it, and by the looks of Adam’s grim expression he knew it too.

  “You really don’t do anything by half measures, do you?”

  I shrugged. “She said I was a whore.”

  Adam’s demeanour darkened; as much as he was light-and-carefree Adam who everyone liked, there were moments, usually ‘Ellie-related’ moments, that would cause all that good nature to slip away and be replaced by a burning anger. It was unnerving to see, but there was also a little piece of me that found it endearing, that caused my heart to tighten a little over Adam’s loyalty.

  Through every poignant moment of my life there was Adam.

  Schoolyard bullies, broken bones, first jobs, first loves, small-town dramas, heartbreak, summer road trips … it’s always been Adam.

  That’s what best friends are for, right?

  “Right, you get going. I’ll clean this up,” Adam said, rubbing his hand through his hair.

  I laughed. “Right, always cleaning up my mess.”

  But when Adam met my eyes, what I thought was just a joke became clear that he was deadly serious.

  “Oh, A-Adam, you don’t have to …”

  “Go,” he said, as if it wasn’t up for negotiation. “Before I change my mind.”

  I stared at Adam for a long while waiting for him to tell me he was kidding, but he broke eye contact first, which had me moving to unclick the door. I carefully poked my head out to make sure the coast was clear. It was.

  I stood halfway between the open door to the cubicle and looked back at Adam, making a makeshift bin out of his T-shirt and shoving the paper into the fabric.