Katie Holmes is a caffeine addict. Between college, and taking care of her brother, it's acceptable. Though, it doesn't help that the cafe down the street is full of handsome baristas, including one William Cerak in particular who has a mysterious scar on his wrist. Synopses will be the death of my publishing career.

Flat-Ches•ted Some one who is a part of the "ITTY BITTY TITTY COMITTIY" in other words, very small breasts. boobless. Indigo Johnson was never the type of girl to have curves. She was never the type of girl that grew her breasts over the summer in middle school or had a chest to die for. She didn't even have a so called 'normal' chest size. Sandra would say, "It's just because you're a late bloomer. Like me, don't worry. They'll grow soon." Her friends would say, "Don't fuss about it. Any guy would be lucky to have you!" Her ex-boyfriend would say, "Um...ever thought of plastic surgery? You know, for the tits that just won't quit at being flat." High school; when she finally took her body seriously. Every summer would be a nightmare in a bikini, every day she felt like she looked like a little boy. Through bullying, revenge, twists, and meeting new people. Indigo learns that sometimes it's not all about the chest size. It's about the size of your heart. ****** ONE STAND BOOK