So, when I started writing WLoU I had given myself a deadline of the beginning of summer to get this finished. I really thought it would happen, I mean the characters were talking, and the story was just coming to me. But then they stopped. Even though I knew the direction I wanted it to go, I was drawing blanks as to how I should go about getting it there.

After a month break, the characters are finally back, and I'm writing again.

I'm hoping to get this out within the next couple months, and I can't wait to share it with you!

Until then, I'll post a little teaser here for you:

"I spotted him through the window right away and my heart started beating out of my chest the same way it did when I saw him last night. Even though he was blocking my view and I couldn’t see who he was with, a halo of blonde hair was a dead giveaway - it was the same girl from the party.

Suddenly, coming here didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore. He’d moved on, or he was trying to move on, and here I was, a reminder of things he probably didn’t want to remember. It wasn’t like we were friends anymore and I had any right to follow him around like this. But it was Beck.

Against my better judgement I went to the door and stepped into the coffee shop. The smell of coffee assaulted my senses, reminding me that I hadn’t had my morning dose of black.

Blondie spotted me at the doorway and narrowed her eyes at me, then leaned over to Beck and whispered something into his ear, dragging her fingers along his forearm in a very intimate gesture. Way too close, I thought, and almost welcomed the uneasy feeling that another girl was being so personal with Beck. I hadn’t seen that green-eyes monster in a year.

After a moment, he turned around and located me, his expression showing no emotion whatsoever. I held in a gasp. His eye was completely swollen shut and there was a large gash with purplish-yellow bruising across his cheek. It took all the self-control I possessed not to rush over to him. Somehow I doubted he’d want me to do that, after everything.

I tried to smile at him instead, though I was sure it was more of a grimace. I haven’t smiled a genuine one so long I think I’ve forgotten how to do it. He nodded, acknowledging me, and I had a brief thought that everything was going to be okay with the world. Beck was back.

And then he turned his attention back to blondie. She gave me an icy smile that held nothing nice, before taking his hand in hers. And that was it.

I pretended that I didn’t see her look, as I walked over to the counter to order a coffee. I found an empty spot by the counter and waited while they made my drink, drumming my fingers on the smooth, flat surface of the counter, feeling the coldness of it every time my fingers made contact.

I was acutely aware of my cell phone in my pocket, the weight of it, the shape of it, as it rested against my hip. My hands were itching to dial the number of the only other person that would make me feel better right now. I looked back at blondie and Beck, both of them completely ignoring me.

The thing was that I deserved everything I felt at that moment. In fact, he was being kind.

What I definitely didn’t deserve was any comfort Ash could give me today."