olandria's next door neighbors are making a garage band. they sound awful, but the musician that helps them is good at least. (and it helps that he's hot too.) or: a story about a bunch of idiots in a garage band and the growing pains of senior year TM.

lara jean covey has always been better at writing her feelings than actually saying them. whenever she falls for someone, she writes them a letter. she puts everything she could never say out loud onto paper, seals the envelope, and hides it away. the letters aren't meant to be sent. they're supposed to be an ending. until her little sister finds them. suddenly, five boys have five letters that were never meant to leave lara jean's room, including a boy she's never actually met. peter parker. to lara jean, peter is just a boy she's seen from a distance. a smart, awkward kid from new york who somehow ended up in one of her letters without ever knowing she existed. to peter, she's just a name on an envelope. but when their paths finally cross, neither of them realizes that they've already met once before, through a letter. and maybe the hardest part won't be falling for each other. maybe it'll be figuring out what to do with everything they never meant to say.

Destiny never thought she'd end up tangled in Cam Cade's world. He was her best friend-the one who knew her laugh, her late-night secrets, her fears she never said out loud. But somewhere between sneaking into after-parties and helping him patch up his busted knuckles, the lines blurred. "Come on, Des," Cam grinned, leaning against the wall with that reckless confidence only he could pull off. His shirt clung to his chest, damp from the night's chaos. "Don't tell me you're scared." I rolled my eyes, but my heart wasn't listening. It hammered against my ribs, traitorous, every time his gaze locked with mine. Scared? Of him? Please. Okay... maybe a little. Because I wasn't scared of what he'd do. I was scared of what I wanted him to do. And he knew it. The thing about Cam Cade was, he never played fair. He leaned in close, his breath ghosting over my ear, sending shivers straight down my spine. "You trust me, right?" I hated the way my knees weakened at just two words. I hated the way my skin burned for more. We weren't supposed to be more. We weren't supposed to be anything but friends. But tell that to the way his lips lingered just a heartbeat too close to mine. Tell that to the way his hands brushed against me like a spark looking for gasoline. Tell that to my heart-because it already belonged to him.

She was born to be perfect. He was raised to choose love. Lady Leah Jeffries has spent her entire life preparing for one moment: becoming the perfect debutante. When Queen Charlotte names her the Diamond of the Season, London sees a flawless young woman destined for the highest match in society but what they don't see is the pressure crushing her behind closed doors. Lord Walker Scobell, heir to one of England's most powerful dukedoms, wasn't meant to meet Leah while she was falling apart on the floor of a locked room moments before her presentation. He was simply the stranger who offered kindness instead of judgement. One secret meeting becomes lingering glances and Lingering glances become unforgettable dances and before either of them realises it, they're falling in love in a world where every choice is watched, every rumour is dangerous, and one mistake could ruin them both, because in London's glittering marriage market, perfection is expected... But love has never followed society's rules.

A wrong number. A crowded dance floor. A connection neither of them can explain. From the moment Olandria and Nic finally meet, being together feels strangely inevitable--as though something invisible has been drawing them toward each other long before either of them knew to look. What begins with undeniable chemistry slowly deepens into something tender, consuming, and frighteningly real. But finding each other is only the beginning.