Author of YA and Teen Contemporary Coming-of-Age Romance
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Small town gossip. If you live in a small town, or ever have, you know what I’m talking about. There’s always a couple in every generation who seem to dedicate themselves to being the queen of gossip. Yes, occasionally there is a king, but usually it’s a queen. And if you have ever been their subject, you know how Regan feels. We all react in different ways, but I think Regan handles it pretty good most of the time.
Mostly, Regan has her future to focus on. The gossip drives her desire to leave small town life behind. She has a plan, it’s not perfect, but she thinks she has the bases covered. Her small group of four friends have a plan for their future, too. Sometimes . . . plans change. Family has a strong influence on future plans-whether it’s fair or not.
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“Regan, I know you think I’m good at telling you what
I’m thinking and how I feel about you, but….” I reach my
free hand to his arm and squeeze, holding on tight, leaning
my head against him as we continue to stroll. “I’m scared
of what tomorrow brings. Worried I might fail, that I won’t
be able to handle the classes and all the people . . . afraid
of being away from home, from you, from what I know
and love….” We stop and he turns toward me. “I don’t want
tonight to end,” he chokes out.
Softly I agree, “Tonight’s been the best night of my life.”
My voice is a little rough too, and I’m tearing up. I slide
my arms up and around his shoulders. “I don’t want you to
leave.”
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Tobi’s standing, waving us over out at the horse barn. We
pull up and park as she walks over, and I get out meeting
her, “Good, you didn’t forget your boots,” she says with a
grin.
“You look rugged and ready.” I tease, but she looks so
pretty with her long blonde hair down under her summer
cowboy hat. She’s sporting a pair of Wranglers and a
turquoise T-shirt.
We walk through the barn, and I can see she has the
horses saddled under the shade tree on the other side. “I
packed some water bottles in the saddlebags,” she says as we
continue out the door. I see the back end of a fourth horse.
A big, beautiful buckskin is saddled, too. My eyes follow the
lines of the buckskin to the being that has a hold of the reins.
“Guys, this is Rex”
“Rex?” I ask. She never mentioned someone else riding
today.
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We get down the road a ways passed Lake Nellie, “You
can sit over here,” indicating beside him, “and stretch out.
We’re out of town, its dark, no one will see.” He’s driving
much more slowly on the way home.
I’m contemplating whether this is a good idea or not.
My earlier thought of him leaving pops in my mind again.
I warn him, “I probably stink.” I unbuckle and move over,
kind of resting against his side with my back, leaning my
head on his shoulder. My hair is in a ponytail on top my head.
He moves my hair aside, kind of wrapping his arm
around me and inhales, “You smell like caramel.” I can’t see
his face but I can tell he is smiling and picture it in my mind.
“Right.” We are contentedly quiet for a couple miles.
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I hear a scoff, a chortle that makes my ears bleed. My
solemn frame of mind gives way to a flare of anger. I lean
forward, peering to my right to put the face to the voice.
Unbelievable. Youth group is one of the few places I thought
I wouldn’t have to deal with this viper. She narrows her eyes
when she sees me and berates, “Is it safe to drink your own
urine, Regan?” I can almost see the venom dripping over her
lips and down her chin, burning holes in the wood floor, as
the smoldering smoke floats toward the ceiling. The stench
that fills the room’s atmosphere is a combination of burnt
wood and hostility.
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“You’re scaring the fish away with all that racket and floundering around.”
“Argh!” I sit up. “I’m sorry. I can’t get comfortable.” I’m almost at my limit with fatigue.
Lane reels in his line and lays his fishing pole down on
the bank. He walks to the bench, studying my twisted and tangled clothes and hair on the way. I’m glad I changed out of that dress. He picks up the quilt and strides over to help
me up. He spreads out the quilt and rolls the towel up, “Your
pillow,” he says, handing it to me.
Arms hanging, crazy hair falling down my back, droopy
eyes, I stand watching him—dumfounded at this brilliant
simplicity. “Thanks.” A smile flits across his face, framing
the beauty hiding behind the sunglasses. I snuggle into the
quilt and allow the cicadas to lull me to sleep.
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Lane sings along with the radio. It’s what he does. He’s secretly dabbling in song writing too.
up & down
you got me feeling
like I can’t breathe
you got me spinning
I can feel
my heart beat
faster than my truck speeds
between your house and mine
round & round
you got me going
girl I can’t see
anything but you
in front of me
driving down this road
wondering what if it’s just you & me
yeah - you & me
no one else
say you see it too
it’s a perfect match
no we’re not just friends
we’re more than that
I’m gonna miss you girl
I can’t take it
don’t you feel it too
do you see it
what we’ve become
I can feel it - when you’re next to me
riding down the road - when you’re next to me
surfing on the hood - when you’re next to me
jumping off the cliff - when you’re next to me
fishing in the creek - when you’re next to me
I want your kiss on my lips - when you’re next to me
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