"TJ, what time do you go to work?" Straightforward? Yes. Why so serious, Jenny? Huh? Wanna know why? 'Cause I needed to be somewhere where I knew there would be peace.
"I don't work on Thursdays." Fuck you, TJ.
"So what am I supposed to do?" The annoyance in my voice was evident. And just like magic.. the smirk reappeared. "What? What does this amuse you, TJ? You find this funny? Messing with a girl who doesn't even know who or what she's supposed to be doing? That's what YOU call fun?"
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"TJ."
"Yes?"
"Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into…" I stammered off into a rambling mumble. Moving to London may have been the worst idea ever. I had prepared myself for the unexpected. But this? This cottage. This boy. Everything that had to do with this mess I was in right now? That's wasn't even unexpected. I… I don't even know what this was.
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Intoxication
Teen FictionJennifer "Jenny" Taft, a nineteen year old, struggling dreamer, seeks to find peace at a local coffeehouse in the heart of London, almost 2,000 miles away from her hometown in Iceland. Thomas "TJ" Jefferson, a twenty one year old coffeehouse native...
