When it comes to the musical Guys and Dolls, Lottie Ingham would not call herself obsessed--just knowledgeable. After all, she can dedicate entire essays to the smooth gambler character of Nathan Detroit, which any average teenage girl can do, of course. Now that it's summer, she can rewatch the movie as many times as she wants. However, what she doesn't expect is to rope her longtime crush, a hot-as-hell soccer star, into her dedication to Guys and Dolls and more than a couple other mishaps. [Camp NaNoWriMo project for July 2015] {stunning cover by @anticlimactic}

Running away from their jobs as camp counselors, Ellie and Seb embark on a road trip with unexpected turns en route to their destination - New York. ***** Camp Raukawee was meant to be where Ellie Morrison and Sebastian Lee spent their summer working as camp counselors, but they've had enough. Escaping in the middle of the night, the friends hatch a crazy plan to make their way to New York to visit Ellie's dad, who she hasn't seen since he moved five years ago. Along the way, however, a series of cities and events have the pair not only questioning their individual futures, but wondering what will happen to the growing spark between them as the countdown to adulthood begins. [[word count: 90,000-100,000 words]] Cover designed by Gillian Goulet

Just before summer starts, Lee Carter finds out he is not going to be spending the next two months home, pursuing his crush and having a blast with his friends. Instead, his mom and him are heading up to their uncle's beach house for the rest of the summer. Plus the girl next door is back and she's not like how he remembered her. Looks like Lee is going to spend his summer figuring out why she has gotten so hostile towards him as well as trying to enjoy his last high school summer. This is going to be one hell of a summer. [ © billie rose two-thousand-&-fifteen ]

"Go ten thousand miles an hour or not at all." I was fourteen years old when I feel in love with a lightning bolt. Fifteen when we became best friends, and sixteen when I kissed her. I am eighteen years old when I miss her terribly. Her name was Emory, but three syllables were much too long for her liking. She told everyone to call her Em. I called her Emma; she dealt with it.

❝I think you're more of a goddamn female than I am, James.❞ | ❝Pfft, don't you know? The only thing straighter than me is my parking, Janice.❞ | Copyright © 2015 Sarena Akhter. All Rights Reserved.