Teen Angst And Bitter Coffee

Teen Angst And Bitter Coffee

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"My gaze flicked to the side to see that my head was on someone's chest. The other person smelled like cigarettes and pizza. I arched my neck to get a clearer view. My eyes widened when I saw Landon's face. His eyelids were closed in dense sleep. Every now and then, they would twitch like images of his dream are alternating through his mind. I hadn't noticed how long his eyelashes were until now." Rylee Emerson has always known the big bad city of New York. She thrived there as a non-caring rebel with her partner in crime, Claire. Until her brother gets fired from his big-time marketing company. He decides to pack everything up and take Rylee along with him to a remote, who-knows-where little town where Rylee hates every single second of it. The moody teen gets a surprise when she meets a guitar-playing boy in an old park. And knowing Landon, meant knowing Dana and August. This is a story about rock music, little cacti, coffee from Trina's and maybe even a little bit of teenage romance. Please note: There is swearing in this book, so if it bothers you, either ignore it or read something else. Please don't spam me telling me I'm setting a bad example...cuz I really don't care what you may think.
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