Get in the Car, Jupiter by Fisher Amelie

We closed our eyes and I placed my feverish mouth to hers. “Let’s start this place on nonexistent fire. ever?” Life for Thomas and January will never be the same again. “And why couldn’t I have met you before I realized I didn’t want anyone. “How can you be this extraordinary, January MacLochlainn?” He leaned closer, a look of pure frustration and anger lit his eyes and pressed his lips.

He lifted his hand and dragged the backs of his fingers across my jaw so lightly I barely felt them, but they made me feel dizzy all the same. “What do you mean?” I whispered, closing my eyes and swallowing again, my breaths becoming labored. His expression was one of confusion as he studied my own. He leaned over me so closely, my neck craned to see his face. *** Tom approached me slowly and met me under the light on the stone walkway. Plans, you ask? What plans?' But they’re both wrong. ' January Mac Lochlainn thinks she’s her own worst enemy. The “Tie-Dye Tom of New York City” didn’t exist anymore. No, New York was the “young, immature, in love, idiot' side of Tom. New York represented a life that wasn’t real, not truthfully, anyway. I mean, okay, I might have looked a bit intimidating if I was being truthful with you. 'People crossed the street when they saw me. Thomas Eriksson thinks he has it all figured out. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but one day. “One day, you and I are gonna’ wake up and be alright.

Needless to say, Callum & Harper's life just got a bit more complicated. Well, except for the psycho from Harper's past that haunts her and, oh, yeah, there's the little issue that neither of them knows they're in love with the other.

Although captivated, they each come to the conclusion that life is complicated enough without throwing in a boiling tension that can't ever be acted upon because they're both too busy thinking about where their next meal will come from but when their names are called and both are placed on a year long waiting list for permanent housing, suddenly relying on each other seems like a very viable plan B. They sit inside Social Services, waiting for their social workers to call their names and offer them the miracle they know will never come but they sit anyway because they have nowhere else to go, no other options on their very literal and figurative empty plates. Kicked out of their foster homes because they suffer the 'eighteen disease' with nothing but a hundred dollar check from the government and a pat on the back, they're forced to rely on a system that failed them miserably. Life sucks for orphans Callum Tate and Harper Bailey.

Get in the Car, Jupiter by Fisher Amelie