The boy that lived across the lake.
Lake George, New York.
Population 3578
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The gas station was dark, cold, and abandoned. Looking around, I spotted a young looking man, one leg propped against the wall of the convenience store, his emerald orbs staring into my soul. I didn't realize that he was watching my every movement, from the moment my rusty jeep entered the station.
Suddenly, as I walked around the jeep, the man had took long steps towards me. His eyes didn't leave mine for a second, and I took a step back. He quickly wrapped his tattooed muscular arms around my waist, one hand running through the exposed skin of my back as my shirt rose up.
"Get away from me you creep," I exclaimed, glaring into his beautiful eyes.
A hand tattoo peaked out from his chest, and the glare of the moon made it shine brightly. Smirking, he nuzzled his sculpted nose into my neck. His arms roamed places that they shouldn't have; he was a stranger.
"Baby, now that I've seen you, I'm not sure I can stay away," he whispers huskily into my ear. Goosebumps had rose from the breeze, and I gasped as he pulled me closer.
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I push through tourists pointing at the skyscrapers soaring the night skies, rushing to get down to the subway station at the corner of the block. Hundreds of civilians run down with me, hoping to catch the Coney Island Bound Q train that was about to abandon the rest of the late running commuters.
Arriving at Downtown Brooklyn, I spotted my obvious 9 floor school; Brooklyn Technical High School. Going to a school with almost 6000 kids, everyday brought something new.
1 week later, my mom announces our move upstate to Lake George, NY. Still New York you say? For miles, you can see nothing but roads and the woods.
Walking down the abandoned roads, I could always sense eyes watching me. Eyes glaring into my soul, from the shadows behind the woods.
What really could be lurking in those shadows?
Westlake, South Carolina. Home to Brooklyn Callahan, the best latte maker on the east coast. Or so her mom tells her. She's lived in the mundane town with two stop lights her whole life, never needing more than the beach, her record player, and three coffees a day to counteract her terrible sleep schedule.
Nothing interesting has ever happened to her and nothing ever will...that is, until one of the most famous, brown haired, green eyed nineteen year olds in the world waltzes into her work near closing and orders a black coffee. The ten minute exchange doesn't go very far, but with the whole summer ahead of him, Harry is determined to learn more about the first person he's met in a long time that didn't know his name.
Brooklyn has only known quiet, and Harry has only known commotion. What happens when they show each other the sides of life they've been missing, overcome trials, and experience heartbreak, all while learning what love is in the process?
EXCERPT:
"I'm Harry." He says, and I only furrow my brow deeper.
"Brooklyn." I say, even though I told him last night. "And I'm confused."
"About what?"
"You."
"Already? We barely know each other yet."
"Yet?"
"I said I had the summer off."
"...Congrats?"
He laughs. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to make the most of it in your little town you call Westlake."
Now I laugh. Hard. Almost a little too hard. And now I'm embarrassed. "Sorry, I just have no idea why you would subject yourself to that." I sigh.
"I'd like a little bit of nothing." He says, repeating my words from last night.
"I mean I guess there's nothing wrong with that...but why are you telling me this?"
His gaze averts from me to the window for a few seconds before he looks back at me and shrugs his shoulders. "Don't know. But I like you, Brooklyn, so maybe you can show me around."
- every chapter is based off of a taylor swift song, but you don't have to be a fan of hers to read! <3
STARTED JANUARY 2022
COMPLETED AUGUST 2022