This is like my only serious story other than one I'm writing right now, so please read :)
Jordan lives with her mom in California. Her best friend, Bree, just moved to another city. The house next door is up for sale, and Jordan's life is miserable.
Harry just moved to California. He hates his new house. It's nothing close to the perfect one they had in Florida. There's only one thing he likes about it.
The window in his room. And the only reason he likes it, is because he can see a girl dancing to loud music in her bedroom. There's a small tree in between their windows.
The first day he moved in, he climbed out the window, and onto the tree. He saw the sun set, and the moon rise. Those were the only things he liked about his new house. The window, the tree, her.
//WARNING//: CURSE WORDS CAN BE PRESENT... but NO sexual scenes. Enjoy your squeaky clean, curse-word infested story. :)
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.