Playing Pretend

Elsie is a girl. And August is a boy.
But this isn't a girl meets boy story.

When an old family friend asks for a favour, Elsie wasn't exactly expecting his son August to move into her families New York penthouse. She also wasn't expecting him to look like a Burberry model, either. And she really wasn't expecting him to be a giant pain in her ass. Or to have a guitar case full of secrets.

But all the secrets in the world can't change the fact that Elsie just might be with the wrong guy.

And maybe, just maybe, August figures that out before even Elsie does.
Will he help her open her eyes? Or will he let her live her life playing pretend?

OooOOOOooOOoOOOOOOOooooh!
How mysterious. How romantic.
The suspense is KILLING me.
Literally.

But in all seriousness, I've started writing again because it seems to be the only time I'm not anxious, go figure! And I wanted to share that with you lovely humans. Or you might even be aliens. Whatever. I'm not one to discriminate.

Stay tuned Amigos, I'm predicting a bumpy ride.

But like, the Space Mountain kind, not the flat-tyre, deflated kind.

ANYWAYS,
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxxox