THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THEIR LAST SUMMER AS BEST FRIENDS... NOT THEIR FIRST SUMMER FALLING IN LOVE.
Every year, 18-year-olds in Marrow Creek are entered into the Departure Lottery. If chosen, they're shipped off to distant cities or colonies to "build the future" and they never return.
Ivy and Hale childhood best friends on the edge of something more, are spending what could be their last summer together.
They create a bucket list of things to do before the lottery drawing at summer's end.
Over stolen kisses, fights, and confessions, their friendship shifts into love.
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"How about a bucket list, a pact?"
" Really, the old cliché bucket list Ivy, I thought you'd give me something original." Hale said, tossing a pebble into the lake.
His reflection broke apart, then reformed. Calm. Steady. Everything Ivy wasn't .
"Well it's original, kudos to who thought about the Marrowlist"Ivy twitches from where she sits on the hood of Hale's beat-up truck, legs swinging , pretending she wasn't counting the days until everything's changed. Eighty-nine days, that's how many days until they're forced apart.
"So what would you want to do?" Her bestfriend asks, staring at her with those beautiful, ethereal blue eyes.
" I don't know, " she hesitates, biting the inside of her cheek. Terrified. " Wondering how we're supposed to fit an entire life into one summer .
Hale leaned against the truck beside her , close enough that his shoulder brushed hers. "If I get chosen, promise you'll live for both of us, knowing your credit ratings, you'd make it into the city."
Her throat closed. "Hale..."
"Promise me Ivy." His hand found hers in the fading light, fingers rough, balmy and warm.
She wanted to pull away, but could, too trapped into his beseeching gaze, "Fine, I promise. But the bucket list is your responsibility."
Highest rank #27 in Teen Fiction.
Written by @apricitys.
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"What is this?" He asked, not even bothering to look at the canvas in front of me. Instead, his eyes were locked in mine.
I swallowed my saliva, chills running down my spine. I felt my palms getting sweaty as my legs nervously started bouncing up and down. Without giving me time to answer, he took a step closer to me, eyes still locked in mine. Each time he inched closer, I used my right foot to slowly push myself and the stool back. It seemed to be the only option to get away from him; until he forced his hands below the sides of my thighs, holding the stool in place. He released a soft chuckle as he eyed me from my eyes, down to my lips.
"You're beautiful," he said. From his voice, I couldn't tell if he was being serious, or messing around. It sounded sincere, however there was a smirk on his face. The smirk that he always has on his face when he's found an amusing target.
Then he averted his attentions back to my eyes. His expressions softened up the moment his eyes landed back on mine. His smirk disappeared.
I cleared my throat and broke the eye contact. I looked down at my palms as I rubbed the sweat against my jeans, "What do you want, Landon?" I asked, almost whispering.
I felt his hand brushing against my right cheek, as he tilts my chin up to look back at him. His messy brown hair, his light blue eyes and his pink soft lips were just centimeters from mine. I felt his breath lingering on the upper tip of my lip. In a panic, I pressed my palms against his chest and push him off.
He stumbled back with a surprised look on his face.
"Aubrey."
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Landon Carthy is an arrogant boy, who knowns to have absolutely no care in the world. Making girls suffer feels great to him. But what happens when a new girl in town becomes one of his victims? Will she allow him to walk upon her like all the other girls do?