The Hearts We Steal;

'Our hearts are like gems.'

The Story Of Summer Jones and Pierce Hudson. Two different teenagers, a girl and a boy wouldn't have found each other if love hadn't stopped them in their tracks.

We are fifteen-year-old boys with a reckless mindset and a desire for the rush of life blinding us with visions of what we could've been doing if we had not decided to face death, with courage and pride. The feeling of it all; addictive, weirdly satisfying and hauntingly terrifying. To face death were as to say that my father returned; surprising.
~Pierce Hudson.

She sighs 'Yes, Summer, Yes sometimes girls night mean only one thing. That being there is important.' She deadpans.
~Maura Harris. (Summer Jones)

'You trust me, don't you?' He asks, his bottom lip trembling and a light shade of lilac. His nakedness doesn't stun me, stop me in my tracks as both I and Max, along with Hunter are ready to jump over the cliff and into the crashing waves with our bare, building frames.
~Hunter Flinch (Pierce Hudson)

I gasp. 'You are not supposed to encounter those type of clothing.' I grouch and lightly smack her back that is layered with a thin, cotton t-shirt. 'Maura Harris, you are banned from ever entering my room.'
~Summer Jones.

I open my mouth to speak,-- 'What if he hit the rocks below!?'--she cut me to it, and I am left standing with her, naked and freezing my buttocks off. She groans 'I hate you sometimes.' Justine mumbles.
~Justine Weathers. (Pierce Hudson)