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[NEW FIC]: The Start of Us Chapter [1/?]

summary: Tandy Bowen just moved into a new city with her mom after years of silent torment under custody battles between her parents. With the promise of a fresh start, Tandy starts her new school with quiet optimism and hope.

And then she meets Tyrone Johnson.

read on ao3

excerpt:

Tandy springs into action. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she reaches inside her bag for anything that might help and comes up with a soft face rag that she hurriedly attempts to try to use as she wipes at the stains on both his immaculately pressed white shirt and his varsity jacket, not noticing at first that she’s only spreading it.

“I uh– I think you’re just making it worse.”

The boys voice stops her short, cheeks heating up as she finally looks him directly in the face. It looks like he’s still deciding if he should be angry at her for not looking where she’s going or amused at her determination just now to get rid of the coffee stains.

When he looks down once more at her hand still lying on his chest, the realization that she’d practically been feeling him up has Tandy snatching her hand back so fast almost as if she’d been burnt.

Taking a step back, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and repeats, “Sorry.”

[continue on ao3] 

[NEW FIC]: The Start of Us Chapter [1/?]

summary: Tandy Bowen just moved into a new city with her mom after years of silent torment under custody battles between her parents. With the promise of a fresh start, Tandy starts her new school with quiet optimism and hope.

And then she meets Tyrone Johnson.

read on ao3

excerpt:

Tandy springs into action. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she reaches inside her bag for anything that might help and comes up with a soft face rag that she hurriedly attempts to try to use as she wipes at the stains on both his immaculately pressed white shirt and his varsity jacket, not noticing at first that she’s only spreading it.

“I uh– I think you’re just making it worse.”

The boys voice stops her short, cheeks heating up as she finally looks him directly in the face. It looks like he’s still deciding if he should be angry at her for not looking where she’s going or amused at her determination just now to get rid of the coffee stains.

When he looks down once more at her hand still lying on his chest, the realization that she’d practically been feeling him up has Tandy snatching her hand back so fast almost as if she’d been burnt.

Taking a step back, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and repeats, “Sorry.”

[continue on ao3] 

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oliviaholt:

I didn’t know you knew how to care…
I’m learning.


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