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First published March 25, 2014

"John Denver was our road trip muse and I learned to trust the power of his songs."
“I was given this gift of life that few receive and I had to decide how I wanted to use it.”

“So you’re a stalker?” I asked with a hard stare.
He smirked, a knees-turning-to jelly kind of smirk. “I prefer gravitationally linked to your presence.”

“Love will make you reckless. It can drag out parts of you that common sense and fear usually keep hidden away. Because love is selfless and selfish.”

"He pushed me against the passenger door and pressed his lips to mine. It was a soul-stealing kiss, the kinds that lifts you off your heels and makes your spine curl."
"Her hand wrapped around my fingers, tightening my hold on the tarnished locket. “I love you with this heart.”
“What?”I asked.
“Just trying to remember this moment”,he said.
“Why?”
“Because our lives will never be the same.”
"Love will make you reckless. It can drag out parts of you that common sense and fear usually keep hidden away. Because love is selfless and selfish."

Her hand wrapped around my fingers, tightening my hold on the tarnished locket. "I love you with this heart." She tipped her head forward and pressed a kiss to my lips. Then she moved her hand and pointed to her scar, to the beating heart that lay beneath, "and with this heart."




"He was a handsome guy in a baseball cap and I was a cynical girl picking out an urn."
"He was a stubborn boy who weaseled his way into my roadtrip and I was a girl who learned that you can never have enough s'mores."
"Caroline was my friend that cut our trip in half and we were the ones to appreciate the indefinity of our timelines."
"He was a boy that watched me sing karaoke and I was the girl who almost got us kicked out of the bar."
"John Denver was our road trip muse and I learned to trust the power of his songs."
"I was a girl who chose to Dare and not Drink and he was the boy that screamed he liked me into the ocean."
"He left because I forced his hand, but now I'm begging him to understand my reasons."








If someone had told me a year ago that I was about to fall in love, go on an epic road trip, ride a Triceratops, sing on a bar, and lose my virginity, I would have assumed they were on drugs.
Well, that is, until I met Beckham...
"I'm sorry, are you here to pick out an urn or…?" I asked….
"No," he answered simply.
"No?"
He shrugged his shoulders innocently. "I like coming and checking out the latest models. Never know when you'll need one."
I gaped. "Are you serious?"
Cue a sexy smile. Damn. "No. I was getting a slurpee across the street and I saw you walk in, so I followed you on a whim."
I narrowed my eyes in confused. Of course. He's too hot to be normal.
"So you're a stalker?" I asked with a hard stare.
He smirked… "I prefer gravitationally linked by your presence."
Abby: Why do you want to come on my road trip? …
Beck: I don't like cliffhangers… Enter - girl buying an urn. She clearly lies about what it's for an then takes off into the sunset? I have to know how it ends. Murder suicide? ….
Abby: What percentage of you wants to rape and murder me on the side of the highway?
"Did they need to print the word 'Magnum' in bold, bright red letters?"



“Love will make you reckless.It can drag out parts of you that common sense and fear usually keep hidden away.Because love is selfless and selfish.”

“He was a handsome guy in a baseball cap and I was a cynical girl picking out an urn.”
“What?”I asked.
“Just trying to remember this moment”,he said.
“Why?”
“Because our lives will never be the same.”
“Am I allowed to love you?”

“The fact is, I was given a heart.I was given this gift of life that few receive and I had to decide how I wanted to use it.”













"His face was easy and open; a small smile dotted the side of his mouth. His default setting was happy. That’s what I loved about Beck. He looked at life like it was a journey, like we were meant to enjoy every step of the way."
“So you’re a stalker?” I asked with a hard stare.
He smirked, a knees-turning-to jelly kind of smirk. “I prefer gravitationally linked to your presence.”
























”So you’re a stalker?” I asked with a hard stare.
He smirked, a knees-turning-to-jelly kind of smirk. “I prefer gravitationally linked to your presence.”
”If the excitement of the trip was modeled on an exponential curve, we’d be having sex by tonight and I’d be pregnant and married by the end of the two weeks.”

