Summer Nights

            “You see? This is why I don’t like summer nights. Shit like this right here.” Castor said as he leaned in towards Lila.  They had come out of their apartment to watch their neighbors get drunk in the dog park across the street. The neighbors were getting increasingly rowdy, and Castor was wondering how long it would take them to start breaking things. It won’t be long, now, he thought, hearing them yelling demands for matches and newspaper.  “Summer nights are never just quiet, relaxed, and easy. You tend to get stuff like this happening all the time that disrupts your peaceful thoughts, and turns them a bit more homicidal.”

            “Why can’t you just enjoy what’s happening, Castor?  Seriously, you bitch and moan about every little thing that goes wrong. If I wanted to date an emo, I would have gone for a guy that wears skinny jeans. Life is supposed to be enjoyed, not endured.” As she said that, Lila got up, and started walking away.  Castor heard her keys jingle as they were retrieved from their hook on the wall.

            “Wait, where are you going?” This evening had been a bit unsteady, but she didn’t usually just get up and leave like this. “The socks bother you that badly? I didn’t know they were that important to you, I’ll fix it. Just let me!” Castor’s pleading did nothing to stop Lila’s strides out the door, and he was left on the balcony by himself. Sighing, he said to himself “This part is what I truly don’t like about summer nights.” With resignation, he went back inside, turned on the tv, and watched MTV until his brain was numb.