Jas gives me a sympathetic look. She sighs heavily, long nails tapping against the wooden table, dodging the 'Missing' posters scattered all over the surface. "Maybe," she finally says, "Just maybe, he doesn't want to be found, Ava." I clench my jaw. "No. I refuse to believe that. He's not like that." "What do you know?" Jas snorts, finally withdrawing her hand from the table and turning back to look at me. "You don't even know him." xx Ford Wilson was in three out of four of Ava Jackson's classes. They had one mutual friend, did a project together once in sophomore year, and had the same lunch. When Ava's car had broke down, she had even ended up parked outside of Ford's house, asking for gas. In Ava's life, he was everywhere. And yet, she didn't notice him until he was nowhere to be found.

[TEEN FICTION: ONGOING] Jane Moffat is tired of her boring, same old, everyday life; she's tired of waking up every morning, driving to the gas station down the road, and selling overpriced beer. She wants adventure. She wanted anything but the life she has now. So, it’s a no-brainer that when a very, very cute boy walks in and asks her to take a road trip with him, even though they’ve never met before. Her answer is yes. And just like that, two strangers are driving out of rainy old Vancouver, and pulling onto the lonely, winding highway of love. [Copyright © togetherwerise. All rights reserved.]