"luke, i'm totally okay." "indie I know you're hurting. look, let me help you." in which a band member and a ballet dancer meet over bruises and apple juice. »tw//abuse«

Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]