Dear Jordan,
Every teenager thinks that their life is special. That the dizziness they feel from sharing not-so-secret smiles and locker room kisses with their high school sweetheart is beyond the comprehension of everyone else in the world. That their parents are the absolute worst, and couldn't even hope to understand the mind of a teen. That everyone else's music taste simply pales in comparison to their own.
I've lived in so many places that all the quirky little neighborhoods blend together, that I can't even remember what it was like to feel something while kissing a girl under the bleachers of whatever high school I was attending at the time. You would have tackled me by now, rubbed your fists into my already knotted hair. You never had to go around kissing girls to try and make yourself feel better.
There's a new family moving into the empty house across the street. You know, the one that we used to play in as kids, pretending it was our house, like we could do anything- even fly. We were never ourselves, we always had to pretend like we knew everything, like we were as clever as Mom, or as charming as Dad. I wish we could have just been ourselves instead of wishing to be older and wiser. I think I'm wise enough for the both of us now and instead of wings, I'm shackled to the ground.
It's hard to forget that I miss you.
Ashley
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Seeing Red
RomanceEver since his brother Jordan's death, Ashley Dawson hasn't felt a thing. New girl Amara Red is as feisty as they come, and determined to draw her brooding next door neighbor out of his shell. Their connection is undeniable, but can she ever truly s...
