Harriet Miller's always been a walking contradiction-Georgia's looks, Ginny's brain, and a temper that could set Wellsbury on fire. She swears she's fine, even when she's not. Good grades, fake smiles, and cigarette smoke-that's how she keeps it together. Then there's him. Theodore Baker. The boy with bruised knuckles and sad eyes. The one who fixes cars like he's trying to fix himself. The one who sees through her walls, even when she's trying her hardest to keep them up. They shouldn't work-the angry girl who burns too bright and the quiet boy who's already burnt out-but somehow, they do. He calls her out, she calls him home. But loving someone like Harriet Miller is like holding a match to gasoline. And Theo's never been good at staying away from the flame. ( I know some timelines don't match up. But just go with it. It's a made up story) I DO NOT OWN GINNY AND GEORGIA NOR ANY CHARACTERS EXCEPT HARRIET AND A FEW OTHER MADE UP ONES.