We Are Young and Doomed

Milly Farber is tired of being boring, withdrawn, and socially awkward. At least, that's how she sees herself. She is determined to enjoy life. To stand out. To be exciting. To excite someone.

Jasper Hewn always took notice of the quiet little blonde girl who kept to herself at the back of the class. He always thought she seemed intriguing. But he never had the nerve to say hello.

Told from both perspectives in short bursts. Each chapter title is something the character is feeling, but it doesn't necessarily reflect the contents of the chapter. It's more of a reflection of their nervousness and self-consciousness within the situation.

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6. This Is Nerve Wracking

I waited for her by my rickety old truck. I was standing in the middle of an open spot in the center row. People kept driving by, yelling at me and giving me hateful looks as they had to find seats either farther from or closer to the screen. I held my ground though. I wanted her to get a good spot and I didn't want her to feel pressure to sit in the bed of my truck with me. I tapped my foot and looked up, finally seeing her.

Only, she was walking toward me instead of driving in a car. She looked a little frazzled and worn out. But, she also looked adorable.

Her bright red hair was braided to the side, curling at the ends. She had on an oversized gray sweater with purple tights and black boots.

"Hey," I smiled and waved at her.

She perked up when she saw me and picked up her pace.

"Where's your car?" I asked.

"I don't have one," she told me.

Really? How did she get here? I should have asked that. I should have picked her up. I was such a jerk. How far did she walk to get here?

"I kind of live next door. My dad's property line butts up to the drive in. I rode a four wheeler up to the fence," she said, then lowered her voice to tell me the next part. "I jumped over the fence when no one was looking."

"Seriously?" I raised a brow at her, completely surprised.

She nodded, blushing furiously and giggled.

"I look awful, though," she sighed. "The wind messed up my hair and I feel really gross."

"You look great," I contradicted her. "Your hair looks really good on you."

She smiled at me. A car honked at us, probably wondering why we were standing in the middle of an empty spot. Without thinking, I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the way, toward my truck.

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