|| A SANDLOT STORY || (you are 13-14 years old btw) San Fernando Valley, a small town smack in the center of California, summer of 1962. The kind of place where the sun didn't just shine, it lingered, stretching the days long and golden until everything felt dipped in honey. Lawns buzzed with sprinklers, radios hummed from open windows, and somewhere, always, you could hear the crack of a baseball bat echoing through the streets. But even in a place that looked this calm, there were lines drawn as clear as chalk on pavement... On one side, you had the Cherries and the Cake-Eaters. The rich. 'Cherries' was what people called you girls, though never to your faces. It was the polished shoes, the pressed skirts, the neat ponytails tied with ribbon. Your parents had money, or at least enough of it to make sure your lives stayed clean and carefully curated. You walked into places like you belonged there, like the world had already made room for you. And then there were the Streets. The boys. Dust on their jeans, scuffed sneakers, shirts half untucked and sun-faded. They didn't walk anywhere, they ran, climbed, shouted. They lived outside, in empty lots and overgrown fields, building their own kingdom out of nothing but a baseball, a beat-up glove, and whatever rules they decided mattered that day. Different worlds. Same town. And somehow, always orbiting just close enough to collide. But, for some reason, that border seemed to vanish between you and Benjamin Franklin Rodriguez.

the bumpy story of a girl who suddenly begins to befriend her enemies.

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3

When cheerful and hopelessly clumsy bakery assistant Lila Hart is forced out of her apartment due to a surprise renovation, she's desperate to find a place to crash. Enter Theo West, her neighbor - a grumpy, introverted freelance architect who's just trying to enjoy his peace and quiet. A hilarious elevator mishap traps them together, and when the building's manager offers a temporary shared loft to "building victims," they're paired as unwilling roommates. What starts as chaotic mornings, passive-aggressive post-it notes, and constant miscommunication turns into warm coffee shared over city sunrises, quiet understanding, and late-night confessions. As they navigate shared space, they might just discover that love doesn't always knock - sometimes it crashes right through your door holding a spilled tray of muffins.

Winning games. Cheers. Trophies. Spotlight. College Football star, Golden Boy, and Browning University's Quarterback, Holden Reyes has all eyes on him as he runs beneath the stadium lights. Runs to the winning score. Runs to the partying. Runs to the spotlight. Runs to the escape exit of his own desolate childhood waiting room. Holding pens. Stories. Apprehensiveness. Hidden. Winona Bennett, living life through the shadows of her made up worlds and mind's creations. With a supermodel for a mother and sister, she is the silhouette to the shadows of their spotlight shined gleaming faces. She wasn't built for the spotlight, rather just secretly walking past her writings in the hands of others on the streets of Manhattan. Oh, the thrill. Except what happens when the paths of each others' comforts cross over each other in a night of what a romance author would refer to as divine disruption? #1 in writer #1 in gold rush #1 in popular guy #1 in Manhattan #1 in supermodel #2 in famous #2 college #1 in popular #1 in collegeromance #1 in youngadult #1 in shy girl #2 in cute