When a 14-day dating challenge erupts between skeptical Blossom and her secretly smitten best friend Hunter in the waning days of 1999, their easy friendship is plunged into a maelstrom of teenage angst, unrequited affection, and the terrifying poss...
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~ ~ ~ 1988
Although Westmount wasn't huge it was plenty big enough for the people who lived there, if you ever traveled to that small island in Virginia you'd see on one side of the mountain lay the more city like side of town filled with apartments, restaurants, businesses and the vibrant life of its inhabitants, but if you follow the pot hole filled road that goes around the mountain you'd reach the more quaint side of things.
They didn't have a lot of businesses, just some small businesses, a grocery store, video store and one or 2 diners. Not to mention the fishing port with a couple small fishing boats bringing in their latest catch of crabs, fish, and other marine life.
Most people would call this the poor side of town but to the Roxton's they called it their neighborhood.
Truth be told the Roxton's weren't rich by any means, Mason Roxton worked at a construction company that mostly just fixed odds and ends now that the majority of big buildings had been built.
Imogen Roxton is a stay at home mom, taking care of their son Hunter and the small farm they had.
Their home was built using the wood of the surrounding trees around their home, constructed by Mason himself when Imogen was pregnant with Hunter.
Now the boy was six and she was pregnant with their second, the house still wasn't fully finished but they had to live with what they had.
Although their side of town was tiny, it brought the home owners closer together as a community always helping each other out whenever someone needed it, which was exactly what Imogen and Hunter were doing now.
Hunter comes running inside through the small side door connected to the kitchen.
"Mama, I got the eggs!!" Hunter called out carrying a woven basket of brown and white colored eggs "Mama they're getting heavy!"
"I'm here, I'm here." Imogen says calming, waddling over to her young son to take the basket from his hands "I see you've also brought me the chicken!" taking a glance behind Hunter.
He had forgotten to close the door again and one of their egg chickens, Dawn, had snuck her way in.
"Daaawn no! You know you are an outside chicken!" Hunter says gently picking her up to throw her back outside.
"If you have such a hard time carrying these eggs Hunter how are you going to help me take them over to Mrs. Laura's?" Imogen says while carefully washing all the dirt off the fragile eggs
"I-I wasn't having trouble I can do it! Promise I can!" Hunter pleads, tugging on his moms skirt
Imogen laughs and runs her soft hands through her son's messy hair "I know, I know, hey Mrs. Laura actually just called me and asked if she can have some vegetables as well so why don't you go pick some?" She suggests
