I thought I'd give ya'll a laugh... (At least I think it's funny) The setting of Outsider is where I live. (That's not the funny part) And Sophie's house, well Gram's house, is in my neighborhood. (I'd take a picture if the people living there wouldn't think I was weird, but I'm sure they would) (Still not the funny part) Someone else in my neighborhood drives Caeden's Jeep (Same color and everything) and I point and scream every time I see it. My words, "OMG it's Caeden and Sophie! Look look! It's Caeden and Sophie!" I'm a total creeper I know.
P.S. I do this a lot. Black Mustang. "It's Jonathon!" Black Hummer. "It's Danny!" White Honda Pilot. "It's Sophie!" You get the idea.
I get more excited if I see a car from Outsider, simply because it takes place where I live.
Another laugh... My grandma and I went to Five Guy's for dinner. The guy working there? Caeden look alike. Dark hair, scruff, and bright blue eyes. I think I may have nearly passed out (The 5 hours of sleep may have played a role in the nearly passing out). At least I didn't drool. He wasn't as tall as I picture Caeden but he sure looked like him. I wanted to take his picture but that would've been far too creepy. Teehee. If I wasn't so shy I might say, "Hey, I wrote this book and you look exactly like the one of the main characters. Can I keep you?" Okay, maybe I'd just say the first part. :) Oh well, there's always next time.
Okay here's a peek:
I dug out my shiny royal blue duffel bag, which I had gotten from American Apparel on a trip to New York City, from the bottom of my closet. I grabbed some jeans, shirts, hairbands, and a bunch of other crap and dumped it into the bag. I struggled to zip it closed.
Caeden took it from me and slung it over his shoulder. “I think I’m going to get me one of these. I can rock the shiny metallic look.”
I laughed as he strutted out of my room, doing duck lips, when he reached the front door he turned and struck a pose.
“Do that again and I’ll take a picture and post it all over Facebook,” I threatened.
“You wouldn’t dare,” he said.
“Oh I would,” I laughed.
“You mean to tell me that you would morbidly embarrass the love of your life?”
“Yes, and enjoy every minute of it,” I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the wall. The dogs wandered out of my room and into the hall. Archie stretched and Murphy rolled around on the floor.
“You’re sick,” he grinned.
“What can I say?” I shrugged. “I love it when your cheeks and ears get all red with embarrassment.”