Everybody Talks

Summer Holiday. Senior. Can we please just take a page from Elsa's book and Let it Go?

[ahn-f]

[jeremywaylan]

His veins are still pumping with adrenaline, his heart beat only easing as he becomes preoccupied with watching her. Their eyes meet and he almost misses the catch in her breath. Almost. He pulls his hand back quickly, an attempt to not make anything worse. It’s the sound of her voice that manages to fully break his trance-like state.

He’d broken her arm. God, of course he had. He feels like he could’ve seen this coming. He’d glanced at her briefly from up in the tree, practically jinxing it by telling himself not to land on her if something went wrong. He’d been joking, but little had he known.

He didn’t intent for the laugh to escape from under his breath, it wasn’t even sparked by humor. He shook his head, “Just my luck, huh?”

[ofsummerholidays]

“You’re practically a four leaf clover.” she gives a small smile, attempting to ease him. His face is a mixture of what appears to be worry and frustration, most likely at himself, and while she can agree that it was stupid of him to climb while there was someone taking cover under the branches, it wasn’t like he had fallen intentionally. 

“At least you can say that you make quite the first impression?” and she can’t help the giggle (which was absolutely ridiculous, she did not giggle) that escapes her lips. She’s Summer Holiday, she is intelligent and powerful, or as powerful as your average fourteen year old can be, and she wasn’t a lovesick schoolgirl, beautiful eyes or not. 

“Could you please help me put my things in my bag? I need to go to the ER to get a cast.” Most would probably try and avoid going to see their parent’s best friend if they were trying to be discreet, but her father would find out anyways, and it was better to simply rip the bandage off now rather than later. 

[ofsummerholidays]

FUCK THIS I NEED A MOMENT BC IM GONNA CRY

[theglassdancer]

OH MY FUCKING GOD I THINK TUMBLR JUST DELETED MY RESPONSE TO THE JEREMY SUMMER PARA IM GONNA FUCKING CRY

[jeremywaylan]

He inches forward, keeping his grip as he tries making sense of his next move. He’d made it this far, he was determined to go all the way and take that damn picture. If he went under the next limb and stuck close to the side he would reach the larger one he was aiming for just a few inches to the left. It’s moments later that he realizes his mistake. 

The limb was further away that he calculated.

A beat passes before he realizes what just happened. He wastes no time scrambling to move away from her. “Shit. I mean– F–,” he flinches as a loss of pressure brings a twinge to his side, “Here let me– Are you okay?” He examines her, relieved to find there aren’t any signs of blood. He’s not sure what he’s supposed to do, or what he’s doing as he brushes aside the hair on her face. Jesus, she was pretty. He’d noticed her earlier, had thought she was cute then too, but the distance really hadn’t done her justice.

[ofsummerholidays]

Her eyes clamp shut, her arm feeling as if it had been whacked by a meat cleaver. Keep calm, Summer. Don’t scream, don’t cry, just open your eyes, and assess the damage, before releasing all hell on the idiot who decided to climb a tree with an unsuspecting fourteen year old had taken refuge under. 

There’s the feeling of a hand, brushing the hair out of her face that causes her eyes to flicker open, but before she can start yelling, her breath catches. She had never seen a pair of eyes so green before. There’s something in her throat, an involuntary tug at her heart that causes the rant to die before it can reach her lips. 

“I...my arm...” she manages to say, before swallowing, “I believe my arm is broken. But other than that I’m fine.”

[kiernan-shipka]

[ofsummerholidays]

@jeremywaylan

August 19, 2011

Brown eyes flicker over the paper in her hands, tongue between her teeth in concentration, as she moves her brand new bamboo knitting needles in familiar patterns taught to her by the woman who used to babysit her as a child:  inserting the tapered end through an active stitch, catching a loop of fresh yarn and drawing it through the stitch, and repeating the process over and over, until some semblance of a scarf began to take shape. 

She thoroughly enjoyed the green, and was debating whether or not she should make a beanie to match when she hears the yelp from somewhere above. 

There’s a moment of confusion, and then searing pain in her arm. 

[ofsummerholidays]

Text to: Her

Summer: Ice cream cake 😏

Summer: They need to stop doing that, we have cubbies for a reason

Summer: Regardless, sounds good. Has The photo company emailed us with the link to access all the student pictures?

Jeremy: We'll see.

Jeremy (unsent): You should see one of the mock ups for the staff page someone left

Jeremy: I called and they said we would have it I

Jeremy: *in a couple of days

Summer: I nominate vanilla ice cream filling with a chocolate outside so it's a win win situation

Summer: Wait, also: Dad's monthly barbecue thing tomorrow; He wants to know who you're bringing

Summer: Okay, sounds good

[ofsummerholidays]

Text to: Her

Jeremy: Set a place. And while we're taking dinner orders, my mom sent me to get dessert. Cake or ice cream?

Jeremy: I should also let you know they put your copy of the staff pictures with mine, remind me to give those to you after dinner.

Summer: Ice cream cake 😏

Summer: They need to stop doing that, we have cubbies for a reason

Summer: Regardless, sounds good. Has The photo company emailed us with the link to access all the student pictures?

[ofsummerholidays]

Text to: Him

Jeremy: I was about to text you

Jeremy: Lasagna

Summer [unsent]: You haven't changed a bit

Summer: Are you going to be late again or should we set a place for you tonight?

[ofsummerholidays]

Text to: Him

Summer [unsent]: Hey babe we need to start planning out Halloween costumes! We should go out with a bang 🔫

Summer [unsent]: Oh wait I forgot.

Summer [unsent]: I wish I were able to ask you without it being weird

Summer: My dad wants to know if your vote is for lasagna or spaghetti for dinner

[ofsummerholidays]

jeremywaylan:

He says the words back with a smile, even if on the inside he felt more confusion by hearing them, “I love you too, Summer.” It was the combination of all the elements. Her hesitation, the tone of her voice, her request. He can feel something’s about to happen, but the what was a blurry image in the distance. He hopes it’s good, but the realistic side of him reminds him the chance of something good came hand in hand with the chance of something not. That thought alone terrifies the hell out of him.

He feels her hand and the room stands still, his heart beating out of his chest. The time between the soft object taking her hand’s place and her telling him to open his eyes seems like an eternity. Now he’s the hesitant one. He doesn’t move the object around trying to guess what it is. It’s not until he wills his eyes open that the last piece of the puzzle is revealed.

It’s then that the imagine slowly begins to lose it’s blur. He wears a questioning look as he directs his eyes to her then back to the blanket.

A baby’s blanket.

“Summer… Are you–,” his breath catches. He takes a glace at her stomach, as if he’s expecting it to give him some confirmation. “A baby?”

There’s a moment of dead silence, and he looks like he’s five seconds from fainting. Damn it, she knew there were better ways of doing this; Maybe she should have left a pregnancy test on the counter, or baked him a cake, or written him a card, or- But he’s speaking now, and the realization dawning in his eyes as he glances at her stomach ( which is still very much flat, e x c u s e him ) plus the lack of screams of terror and general running away makes for a good sign. ish.

She nods, sending him a weak smile, “Yes Jer, a baby.” is her response, blood pumping in her ears and heart racing so fast it could have made the Olympic track team or something. Bad analogy, and she couldn’t think clearly enough to try and come up with another.

One could cut the silence in the room with a knife, so in an attempt to diffuse the tension, “I swear to god if you suggest naming them after a season I’m going to kick your ass.” is blurted, but it isn’t exactly a falsehood. And he’s still just staring.

“Jeremy? Youre kind of freaking me out here. Please...Just say something? Anything?”

[ofsummerholidays]

jeremywaylan:

She hesitates and now he’s concerned. Is she okay? He takes a step in her direction as she comes inside, but he doesn’t stop just because she does. He stands at an arm’s distance from her, brushes his hand over the side of her face. He says nothing verbally but he hopes his expression reassures her that whatever it is she can tell him.

“Close my eyes?” He’s not sure where she’s going with this, but he obliges. The sooner he does, maybe the sooner he’ll know what’s going on. “Alright.” He puts his hand in his pocket, eyes shutting. An army of thoughts over take his mind the moment he no longer has her to focus on.

“I love you, Jer.” she blurts, because he’s probably going to be happy about it but maybe he won’t, and either way she’s absolutely terrified because if she isn’t sure how she feels about everything and he isn’t sure how he feels about it, what happens then? You work through it together, comes the rational side of her, and that’s what it takes for her to calmly take a breath. Regardless of how he feels about it, this is going to change, well...everything. 

And then  it was now or never. She slowly moves her hands from behind her back, trying not to wring the life out of the blanket before it could even be used. Summer took one of his hands and gently placed the object in his palm. 

“Open your eyes?”

[ofsummerholidays]

jeremywaylan:

He’s standing in what was once his parents’ room. Their living arrangements courtesy of his dad’s resistance on selling the house all those years ago. A resistance he’s grateful for now. He had a lot of fond memories in these walls, it was nice being able to come back to them. His parents living there was a time so long in the past, however, he’s not sure why that’s what’s on his mind. It’s when he hears her voice that it becomes clear. He’s in their shoes now. Or rather ones similar as he’s hopeful for Summer and his own future to go further. “Hi, doll. I thought I’d get the rest of the unpacking done.” He sets down his empty suitcase and turns to her. “Everything…okay?”

“Everything is...” she isn’t sure what word she wants to use. Wonderful? Interesting? Something she can’t quite name? The woman takes a step inside the room, biting her lip. She can’t just spring it upon him, but she isn’t quite sure how to bring it up, so there’s a pause as she let’s the sentence hang in the air for a moment. 

Damn it Summer, you are a grown woman. Suck it up.

 “Just, I have...” a shaky breath, before the sharp exhale. “Close your eyes for me? Please?”

[ofsummerholidays]

jeremywaylan

“Jer?” comes her voice from the doorway. She’s nervous ( the word being a complete understatement but it’s all her brain can come up with at the moment ), but as Lu, Lor, and all of the internet had advised her, she needed to tell him as soon as possible. Luckily, her two best friends had been saints, helping her come up with a way to tell him that wouldn’t give him a heart attack yet still got the point across. Hopefully. Despite how she loved him, Jeremy could be so oblivious at times. “Darling?” she nudges the door open with her foot, hands behind her back, trying not to squeeze the object too hard. 

[ofsummerholidays]

As of August 30, 2025:

Name: Summer Olivia Waylan-Holiday Age: 27 Alma Mater: Harvard University Relationship Status: Married to Jeremy Waylan Occupation:  Principal Legal Officer for the United Nations After High School:

Her senior year of High School went by in a blur, ending with a reconciliation with Jeremy and her mother returning from a seventeen year absence and Ms. Waylan calling off the wedding. She had intended to follow in her father’s footsteps and study at Cornell, but after everything with her mother, she found that she needed space to think, away from the situation at hand, and ended up joining Lucien and Lorelai at Harvard as they had originally planned. From there it was studying her ass off, networking with her professors and fellow students, and snagging some amazing internships at various law firms, until she graduated with her bachelors in 2019, having obtained enough college credit and taken enough summer courses to knock off one year. From there, she went on to obtain her Masters degree, moving in with Jeremy one year into said program, as the pair had decided to see where  the relationship took them. 

Summer then graduated with her Masters in 2022, before her and Jeremy decided to throw caution to the wind and married in the winter of 2023 in front of five of their closest friends. Summer, after some stunning letters of recommendation from her professors, and her time interning at various law firms granting her a sparkling resume, managed to obtain a mid-level position in the Office of Legal Affairs of the United Nations. From there, it was working her way up, until she was promoted to Principal Chief Legal Officer. Right now, her life is pretty damn awesome, if she does say so herself. 

Twitter:

@summerholiday: You know he did something when you come home and there are flowers and love songs playing over the speakers @summerholiday: Update: Apparently his phone went off and he got so scared he kicked the desk and sent it flying @summerholiday: Then he tried to cook dinner to make up for it. The fire department is not pleased. @summerholiday: and that, ladies, gents, and non binary folks, is a day in the Waylan-Holiday home @summerholiday: @jerwaylan Yes darling, it IS Waylan-Holiday. 

Recent Messages:

[Text to: Dad]: Yes Dad, he’s treating me well. We both know I would kick his ass if he didn’t ;) [Text to: Jer]: Suitcases are already lined up by the door. Meet me at the airport? I love you <3 [Text to: Lu]: Oh Lu, I’ve missed you, but if you tell anyone I said that, I will vehemently deny it. [Text to: Ciarti]: WOW CIARTI PULLING THE HEIGHT CARD. I’ll have you know that I grew a full inch after high school, so who’s laughing now? [Text to: Lor]: You might need to add one more present to your suitcase. I’ll tell you once we get there, I promise. 

[ofsummerholidays]

lorelaimosier:

Thank god for airlines whose membership privileges include additional luggage onboard, because I honestly don’t know how I could’ve made it here with just a single suitcase.

“Oh Lor, you haven’t changed a bit, have you?”