Where a girl is reunited with an old acquaintance.
Where Fallon Novak navigates new feelings, changing friendships and a cold war with her family but this time, Rafe Cameron will sacrifice everything to save her.
The real question is will she give...
Fallon had a habit of not taking things seriously. That is why she started colouring her hair so often. Because there is nothing that Rachel Novak hated more than coloured hair,so she did it more often. This morning she woke up and got dressed.
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She put on some yoga pants and a sweatshirt she had stolen from Brooklyn and headed down stairs for breakfast.
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She saw her dad relaxing in the front porch. "Hello parental" she said Hi baby sleep well? Her dad asked her as he smoked his joint. "Yep but it fucking stinks off the ocean here" she said. Living in New York for a year changes one sense of smell. "Daaaaaaad I can't find my computer!" Brooklyn screamed from her room. After a brief screaming competition, between dad and her she came down for breakfast. After breakfast Fallon decided she would go to the islands library, which was close to Heywards store,she figured she'd drop by to say hi to him. Heyward was a friend of her dad's, literally the sweetest person ever.
As she was reversing her jeep out of their garage,she noticed the treehouse in their neighbours backyard. A vivid memory of her and Brooke playing there flashed in her mind and then suddenly the entire scene changed, Fallon was on the ground shaking and crying and Rachel was silently yelling at her under her breath for causing a scene. This vision brought back so many feelings for Fallon, two years of therapy wouldn't stop the feeling of bile in her throat. Rachel always told her to be bold, never let anyone see through the cracks ,to command respect in every room she entered, but this also made Rachel tell her to NEVER cry and that isn't something you say to child of 7 years.
With a sharp intake of breath she Started the car and sped down figure eight. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she didn't give in. She gritted her teeth and clutched the steering wheel tighter, turning her knuckles white. She would not give into the tears, in fear that they won't stop.
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