Anyone have some questions for Jamie or Maura from my new book? Jamie is a 17 year old struggling with his identity, living with his overbearing dad and emotionally distant sister, and Maura is an actress raised by eccentric parents. ???
Stirling Beauregard… is this a name I can give my Austin Scarlett-ish character or no?
"this is starring th fetus correct" ~ Dusty
Two things prevent us from happiness; living in the past and observing others. — (via mmaaddison)
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Phew, the prize people said my paperwork looks good! Within the next couple weeks I’ll get to choose my trip time. SOOO happy!! Can’t wait to meet lovely Dom Streater! :)
Normally Jameson avoided huge clusters of girls, especially when they were deep in conversation, but he stepped in front of Maura’s desk and said, “Wow, Germany.”
Maura, who had been speaking with one of her friends before Jameson approached, turned her head to look at him and for a few long seconds, they held eye contact. “It’s my mom,” she said.
“It’s crazy! Uh, I mean… it’s like… that’s crazy. Germany, wow.”
“My mom’s job offered it last year but she and my dad wanted to wait until I graduated so I could decide if I wanted to go.”
But why did you say yes? You could have stayed, Jameson thought, before realizing he’d said it out loud.
“I know, but when else will I get to see Europe? We’re going to Spain and France before we move into the new place, too. My mom has the whole trip planned.”
“When are you leaving?”
“In a month. I have this thing to do first.”
Jameson told himself to walk away, but finally the girl posse broke up and disappeared, leaving him alone with Maura.
“I can’t believe someone from Shady Lynne is going to Europe,” he said. “You used to say you wanted to go to England though. I mean, right? I think you did.”
Maura smiled, a berry red smile that seemed altogether too sophisticated and mysterious for a high school in small town, Vermont. “When I was at your house for Halloween.”
“Yeah, like, I guess it was a while ago.”
“Five years ago. You were a superhero.”
Jameson shrugged, trying to hide his excitement that she remembered the two hours they’d spent huddled in his living room, counting candy and hiding from snow and sleet until Maura’s parents could come rescue her. “Captain America, yeah. You were Minnie Mouse.”
“Only because my mom didn’t have time to make my costume that year.” Maura stood up and pulled the strap of her bag across her chest. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”
“It was fun.” He wanted to say that he’d sort of fallen in love with her that cold October night, but he hadn’t even asked her on a date yet and she was about to leave for Germany. More presently, she was about to leave class to join her friends and they might never speak to each other again.
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