Summary:
Avery is struggling with her sexuality, unsure what she identifies as and if she's subconsciously just trying to get attention or making it up. Throw into the mix going college and a mix up with her roommate, and this year is going to be one hell of mind whirl.
On her first day at her new college, Avery nearly gets run over by a (regrettably not completely hideous looking) guy on a motorbike. She's already pissed when she arrives at her apartment, only to find there was a mix-up with her roommate, and instead of being with Clara-Mae, a perfectly nice girl Avery had been emailing for months, who had been approved by her mom, she finds herself stuck sharing with an unwelcome face.
Sneak Preview of Chapter 1:
"Dan! Danyol stop it! Go back to bed!" I can hear my mom shouting half-heartedly at my younger brother. It was pointless and everyone knew it; he would inevitably continue to run around giggling and drooling, refusing to go to bed.
I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the comforting feeling of the warm sunset wash over me. I'd sit here in blissful peace on a daily basis. For hours on end, it was just me, sitting on the garage roof. Sometimes I'd bring a book or some music, but more often or not I'd just sit there daydreaming or thinking, with no distractions.
My brother, Danyol, was only just three years old, so home got a bit chaotic and it was nice to have a little haven for myself. It helped that I was the only one who could get onto the roof: we let our neighbour borrow our ladder once and we never got it back, and ironically I was the only one in the house who could unlock the childlock on the window of Mom's ensuite that led onto the garage roof. There was something satisfying about knowing no one could get to me up here. A comfort in the concreteness of my solitude.
The light breeze stroked my hair softly, and I looked out at the slowly sinking sun. I sighed. Everything was just so... muddled. I thought back to the events that had taken place earlier that day.
I had been wandering around the mall, buying a new calculator (Danyol had managed to smash mine). As I walked passed the Victoria's Secret, I caught sight of one of the models. Damn I'd thought, this girl is hot.
Why had I thought that? I wasn't gay; I'd had plenty of boyfriends before. I mean sure, maybe I hadn't really loved all of them... most of them. All but one. But still, I had tonnes of male crushes! I mean, look at Misha Collins. Ugh this is just to confusing!
A/n Hey guys thanks for clicking on this story! Here's the summary and a sneak preview of the 1st chapter of Lost in Love and Lattes. I really need an editor (preferably American as this is set in the US but I'm not from there so I'll need help with cultural/spelling differences). Message me or comment if you're interested!
I'll also be attaching Youtube links of some songs that are mentioned in this book on the chapters they appear in. I really like listening to them while studying, writing, or trying to get to sleep because they're really relaxing, so I'd definitely recommend a listen.
Really hope you enjoyed this so far!
-Kate xx
(Also, I hope this doesn't happen but as it is an LGBT+ story there may be homophones comments. I'll delete them and report you. This is a welcome for all account and hate won't be tolerated).
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Lost In Love And Lattes
Teen FictionAvery is struggling with her sexuality, unsure what she identifies as and if she's subconsciously just trying to get attention or making it up. Throw into the mix going college and a mix up with her roommate, and this year is going to be one hell of...