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This was it. My best friend. The boy that held my hand when times were tough. The boy that sat beside me as a shoulder to cry on. The boy that sat on my floor and stayed up late talking. The boy that chased me with cooties and promised I would fall in love with him.
The boy that was my childhood wrapped up into one person.
I turned to face him and saw that his crystal blue eyes were staring pleadingly into mine.
"Why, Harper, you've taught me the most important thing in my life."
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Harper Frayn. 18 years old. Living to travel the world, aspiring to become a psychologist. Doing it all with Grayson Frederick on her right.
Grayson Frederick. 18 years old. Not even knowing what time it is, let alone what he wants to do with his life. Staring at the world to his left.
With this recipe of growing up, it will require a teaspoon of humor, a sprinkle of jealousy, a dash of curiosity, and two cups of warmth. Baking at 350°F, your outcome will be a story of love.
cheesy descriptions are in? haha, give it a go!