If Summer was a...

So, once again I've turned to a prompt from my friend (even though she has no idea who I am...), Tiffany, over at thewouldbewritersguild, who is quite a good writer. This prompt is one I've been thinking about more now that Summer has started, because it's about Summer. I wrote this pretty quick, but I'm posting it anyway, so that I can force myself to take more responsibility for my poor writing by knowing other people have to read it, too. So hear it is:

 If Summer was a color, it would be a vibrant yellow, perfect in its obviousness. It would be such a bright yellow that it would overwhelm any room painted in it, but that wouldn’t keep people from eagerly brushing it onto their walls. It would be a welcome warmth at any time of day. It would always be in mode, quickly becoming a staple color for all designers; it would become as necessary as white, black, and tan in decorating. And although my eyes would never get used to it, I’d stare at Summer all the time, inspiration and energy reflecting on my skin. It would look best in daisies, and I’d overwhelm my garden with it. But it wouldn’t look tacky – my garden would be the envy of the neighborhood. It would be an instant pick-me-up every time I saw it; the sight of it anywhere, on anything, would always make me nostalgic, reminding of the time when…and that that one time that I…and when I was 15 and… If Summer was a color, it’d be the perfect shade of happiness.

If Summer was a teenager, he would be an anomaly among his friends. He wouldn’t sulk or complain more than he smiled and laughed. His parents would show him off to their friends in triumph, celebrating in the jealous gawks of less lucky mothers and fathers. He would have his off-days, of course, but even his stormy looks and sad days would be accepted – they’d be so infrequent that he’d be forgiven and tolerated easily. Is Summer was a teenager, he’d be full of energy, yet completely easy-going, amazingly multi-talented, adorably humble, and kind to everyone. He’d be a genuine friend to everyone he knew, and he’d bring out the best in all he met. Every girl would be in love with him - his picture would have a heart around it in each girl's yearbook. He’d be the perfect romance, and every girl he dated would be a little sad, but never angry or regretful, when it was over. He’d be Class President, Homecoming King, Valedictorian, and Team Captain. If Summer was a teenager, he’d be the perfect small-town hero.