When a 14-day dating challenge erupts between skeptical Blossom and her secretly smitten best friend Hunter in the waning days of 1999, their easy friendship is plunged into a maelstrom of teenage angst, unrequited affection, and the terrifying possibility of genuine love.
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The year is 1999. Grunge is fading, pop is taking over the airwaves, and the looming Y2K bug casts a faint, paranoid shadow.
Blossom, a cynical, introspective teenager with a sharp wit and an even sharper skepticism about the existence of love, finds herself entangled in a bizarre challenge.
Her best friend, Hunter - all easy charm and perpetually tousled hair - has proposed a "14-Day Bet Date." He claims it's a social experiment, a way to prove to Blossom that love isn't just a fairy tale.
He insists they go on carefully orchestrated dates, engaging in classic romantic tropes - eating out at the local diner, trips to the rollerskating rink, picnics under the stars, the whole shebang.
But what Blossom doesn't know is that Hunter's intentions run much deeper than scientific curiosity.
He's secretly, desperately in love with her, and this elaborate charade is his clumsy, teenage attempt to finally convince her of it - and hopefully, to convince her to love him back.
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---Book 1 of the Generations series---
ATTENTION! This series could be stand-alone books if you really want them to be ;)
Word count: 74,743
Written and Made by: Julia B. Ambrose
Like a bolt of lightning, this stupid boy appeared in my life.
First day of summer break between first and second grade, he just appeared- standing on my porch like he was born there.
Straight brown hair, wide dark eyes and a fresh sunburn across his cheeks. He was already talking before I even opened the door.
I don't know how it happened but it's been ten years. And he's still here.
Talking, whether or not I'm listening.
Laughing, even if no one else is.
He's still too quick- racing around the world like he's scared he's going to miss it.
He's gotten taller...much taller. His hair is a little longer, a little wavier, but under the light it still looks the same golden brown it did when we were nine.
And now, finally, he was a high school graduate. We both were.
Like a bolt of lightning he appeared and like the sun he refused to disappear.
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I fell asleep with my chin pointed at him, the outline of his face being the last thing I saw.
How was I supposed to do this?
It had always been difficult, hiding this secret, keeping him close.
But now, my focus was starting to slip.
I couldn't see anything but his lips, his hands, his smile.
I couldn't hear anything but my name in his mouth, his jagged breaths and that loud laugh.
How am I supposed to be okay with this?
How am I supposed to focus on anything other than him?
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