Dreams come true only if you believe in them…Haley Foster never bothered to believe in herself or find her dream. Growing up with a silver spoon in her mouth, her parents gave her everything she needed except freedom. Fate steps in at the bus station when Haley bumps into Jordan Walsh, literally. His unpolished manners and rock star attitude rile her, though she is oddly drawn to him. Haley and Jordan’s opposing personalities clash while on the bus-before they wind up stranded together! Haley finds herself in quite a predicament with no way to get home. Jordan challenges her to escape her wealthy conformity and go with him to New York, despite their disgust for one another. Haley is enthralled with the carefree, in control and gorgeous Jordan, yet he remains a stranger to her in many ways. With his help, Haley begins to discover who she is and what she wants. She finds herself at a crossroads: go back to her old life where she merely exists or take a stand and chase her dreams.
The DREAM CATCHERS series is not just a rock star romance, but it’s about taking chances, chasing dreams, and finding yourself.
SANDY LO Releases 2nd Novel DREAM CATCHERS; Appears on The Authors Show & Debuts Song “Haley’s Letter” at Book Release Party in NY!
STATEN ISLAND, NY—December 18, 2009—Entertainment journalist, Sandy Lo surprised readers with an early release of her second novel DREAM CATCHERS last night to thank them for their support. The much anticipated romantic comedy from Lo’s budding fan base is set in New York City which takes its main character, Haley Foster on the adventure of her life.
“Haley is a sheltered, rich girl,” Lo explains. “She hates her life and feels out of place wherever she goes.” In steps the leading male character, Jordan Walsh, a laid back musician who’s the exact opposite of Haley. The two wind up stranded together at a truck-stop. “They hate each other and enjoy insulting one another,” Lo says. Jordan challenges Haley to go to New York with him, where his rock band, Tortured is participating in a battle of the bands competition.
“DREAM CATCHERS was the most fun I’ve had writing a story,” Lo says. “It’s by far my favorite, and I don’t think that will change anytime soon. The characters just came to life for me so easily, and I hope readers will enjoy it as much as I did,” Lo gushes.
DREAM CATCHERS is currently available in paperback and e-book at www.lulu.com. It will be available for distribution beginning February 2010.
To celebrate the release of DREAM CATCHERS, Sandy Lo is having a book release party on January 23, 2010 at Cargo Cafe in Staten Island, NY. She will be signing copies of the book, taking Q&A, and having performers. Sandy Lo will also be debuting “Haley’s Letter”, a song she wrote for DREAM CATCHERS with longtime friend and musician, James Manzello. He will be performing the song acoustically at Cargo. Other performers include pop star, Anna Sundstrand (formerly of Columbia Recording artist, PLAY) and up & coming rapper, Harlem Witness.
“I’m so excited to debut ‘Haley’s Letter’ and to have James Manzello perform it. He’s amazingly talented!” Lo explains. “It’s also great to have Anna Sundstrand there. She’s a great friend and support to me as well as a beautifully talented singer and actress.”
Following the release of DREAM CATCHERS, Sandy Lo hopes to embark on many promotional opportunities across the country to expand her fan base.
For eight years, Sandy Lo has been the president of the groundbreaking website StarShine Magazine, an entertainment outlet focusing on music. She has interviewed many celebrities from Lady Gaga and Taylor Swift to Jonas Brothers and Backstreet Boys.
For review copies of DREAM CATCHERS and/or to set up an interview, contact:
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Author Sandy Lo Interviews 30 Seconds To Mars, Her Inspiration Behind Latest Book Dream Catchers! Novelist and journalist, Sandy Lo talks about 30 Seconds to Mars, her muse while writing her new book Dream Catchers, whom she had the chance to interview.
April 27, 2010 – PRLog — —New York, NY—Author and journalist SANDY LO had the opportunity to speak with the musical inspiration behind her latest novel, DREAM CATCHERS earlier this month. In an interview for StarShine Magazine, Lo spoke with Shannon Leto, founding member of the popular rock band, 30 SECONDS TO MARS. Upon discussing his latest tour, she was able to inform Leto of the impact his music has had on inspiring TORTURED, Lo’s band in the novel. Leto was grateful and thought it was “very cool”.
“I am so fortunate to be in the position I am in to speak with my musical muse for Dream Catchers”, explains Lo. “30 Seconds to Mars are really amazing.” Mars’ front man and actor, Jared Leto even inspired the main character, Jordan Walsh, a bit. “As a teenager, I was a fan of ‘My So-Called Life’ and fell in love with Jared’s character, Jordan Catalano, which is why I named my main character Jordan,” Lo shares.
Following her interview with Shannon Leto, Lo saw the band live for the first time on their “Into The Wild” tour to support their latest album This Is War. “I felt like my character, Haley, seeing Tortured perform for the first time,” she says with a smile. “30 Seconds to Mars really know how to put on a show.”
To read Sandy Lo’s interview with Shannon Leto and to see her review of the 30 Seconds to Mars show, go to: http://www.StarShineMag.com.
DREAM CATCHERS is available now through LuLu Press and is coming soon to other online retailers. Lo’s coming of age story of sheltered college student, Haley Foster, running off to New York City with the carefree musician, Jordan Walsh, has been receiving rave reviews from Amazon readers.
“I truly appreciate this realistic work of fiction that tells a personal story in an engaging way. Dream Catchers leaves you wanting more, well after you’ve read the last page!” gushes one reviewer.
Another reader commends SANDY LO on her characters: “Dream Catchers is told from the main character’s perspective, therefore allowing you to truly understand what she, Haley Foster, is thinking and feeling throughout the varied situations she is faced with. Many of the other characters are also fleshed out rather well, including Jordan Walsh, paragon of bad boy good looks and lead singer of the band Tortured. It appears that the author, Sandy Lo, wanted to tell a love story which was able to indulge the reader, while not coming across as overly predictable.”
To read an excerpt from DREAM CATCHERS and to order a copy, go to: www.sandy-lo.com or http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/dream-catchers/6137629.
Also, “Haley’s Letter”, the song written by SANDY LO for DREAM CATCHERS is now available on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/haleys-letter/id356084511! The song was also written, produced and performed by JAMES MANZELLO and co-produced by FRANS MERNICK.
From Chapter 3
The sun was bright as a florescent lemon as it blazed down, almost blinding me. I tapped my foot trying to think of what to do. Jordan sat down on the curb, and strummed his guitar absently. He didn’t seem to be worried, but I was terrified. I’m just a girl, who’s never really been on her own. College was supposed to be a form of “cutting the cord” from my parents, but they paid for everything and called to check in neurotically. I was basically chauffeured and sheltered my entire life.
My mother warned me about boys like Jordan. They were off limits, often described as delinquents. She would freak out if she knew I was stuck in the middle of nowhere with some deviant.
“…And girl, you’ll be a woman soon…” A sultry-raspy voice sang.
I turned slightly, and Jordan looked up at me as he continued to strum. I just stared. If Jordan was a delinquent, no wonder Mom worried. His fingers touched the guitar so gingerly; his mouth was a work of art as he sang. Somewhere deep down I wanted this; to be free; to be lost; to not know. I was stranded with a complete stranger. They make horror movies about this stuff, but then again, they also make porno films about it. I smirked at the thought, and I guess I was still staring.
“See something you like?” Jordan asked, a smile playing at his lips.
I cocked my head to the side and folded my arms.
“You sound pretty good.”
“A compliment?” he asked, and I remembered my cold shoulder that was rapidly heating up.
“Don’t get used to it,” I stiffened.
Jordan laughed quietly and put his guitar back in its case.
“So, what do we do?”
“Well, considering you’re broke…I guess you’re stuck,” Jordan said as he stood up.
He stretched his arms over his head, his tank top lifting as he did so. I noticed another tattoo just above his jeans. It was some kind of Celtic symbol. Jordan packed up his guitar and started to walk away with his things. My eyes widened at the realization that he would leave me deserted.
“You’re just going to leave me here?!”
My voice was high-pitched and whiny, which I hated myself for sounding. Jordan turned slightly.
“Relax, sweetie. I’ll help you as much as I can, but what are you going to do for me?”
He raised an eyebrow and my mouth just gaped open. How do I answer that?
“I’ll repay you with interest,” I decided.
Jordan rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry about it. Come on.”
He waved me on and I followed, letting out a breath of air. Call it naiveté, but I was worried he wanted some other form of repayment, or maybe I hoped. What did my boring life subject me to? Here I am hoping for someone to want my body in exchange for a favor.
Then again, it isn’t just someone…it’s him.
“Maybe I should just call my parents…” I stuttered, clumsily walking over the gravelly road behind him.
Jordan turned toward me and pushed his hair back; my knees buckled just a bit.
“There’s a payphone,” he pointed.
I must have made a face because he rolled his eyes.
“Sorry princess, I don’t believe in cell phones. You’re going to have to put that germ-infested phone against your pretty little ear.”
I placed my hand on my hip, and rolled my eyes before starting toward the public telephone.
“Who doesn’t have a cell phone nowadays?” I mumbled as I heard Jordan following me.
Stepping up to the telephone, I took a deep breath. Jordan leaned against the metal casing around the phone and held a quarter out to me. As I picked up the receiver, I imagined what my parents would say.
“Don’t talk to strangers!” Mom would squeak.
“We’ll send a car for you. Don’t go anywhere with that boy,” Dad would insist.
Then the lectures would start about how careless I was to lose my wallet and my phone and get on the wrong bus!
“They’ll think I’m an idiot,” I sighed aloud.
I looked over at Jordan.
“I mean, don’t you?”
“Idiot wouldn’t be the word I’d use.”
Jordan smirked; an expression of his I was becoming familiar with. I ignored his comment.
“They’re already over-protective,” I explained.
“Don’t tell them,” he shrugged.
“And where should I say I am? I’m supposed to be home in two hours,” I laughed.
“Change of plans?” he flashed a smile and winked.
Why is it men look so damn good when they wink? It’s such an old-fashioned, cheesy gesture, yet it’s still so sexy when the right person does it.
I put the quarter into the slot and dialed a phone number I was lucky I remembered. Nowadays, I barely knew anyone’s number since everything was programmed into my cell phone, which I’m probably never getting back. It wasn’t like I had any important information programmed into my phone, though.
“Tasha Torres, dancer extraordinaire at your service,” she piped through the receiver.
“Haley? What number are you calling from?”
“A payphone. Long story, but I’m stranded in…”
I pulled my mouth away from the receiver and scrunched my nose at Jordan.
“Where are we again?”
I relayed the city to Tasha.
“Where the hell is that?”
“Uh, Rhode Island, I think.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Well, no¾I’m broke. My wallet and phone are gone. I don’t want to call my parents. I rather just get home on my own, and tell them my bus is delayed or something.”
“You really don’t want to risk them sending Christian, do you?” Tasha laughed.
“You know they will!” I laughed as well.
“I can wire you money.”
“Really?” I asked, trying not to sound too desperate.
“Of course. I’ve got your back, don’t worry. I just hate that you’re all alone in Rhode Island,” Tasha said with disgust.
“Well, I’m not exactly alone,” I glanced up at Jordan for a nanosecond, and then back down before I could even meet his eyes. I’m sure he was smirking at me, though.
“I met this guy on the bus¾”
“Is he hot?” Tasha asked with excitement.
“Uh, maybe,” I answered, blushing furiously.
“Is he standing right next to you?”
“Yes,” I blushed even more.
I felt like Tasha could see my red cheeks through the phone. Jordan could see them for sure.
“Look, if your friend wants to talk to me, fine,” Jordan said before snatching the receiver out of my hand before I could object.
Jordan began to talk to Tasha and I watched him, curiously. He answered questions about himself and about ten minutes later, he was laughing before he handed the phone back to me.
“Hay, he sounds totally cute!” Tasha gushed, “His voice is sexy. Does he look the way he sounds?”
“I definitely approve of this little road trip. He passed my personality test. Go make out with him!”
“Tasha…” I laughed.
When I hung up the phone, Jordan was smirking at me still.
“What were you saying about me?”
“Nothing,” I shrugged and began walking to the bench at the rest stop.
Jordan followed behind.
“So, what now?” he asked sitting down next to me.
Jordan told me he was headed to New York City for a battle of the bands competition tomorrow night. I wasn’t surprised he was in a band. The guitar and the crooning ability tipped me off a bit, not to mention the tattoos and bad ass attitude. His face lit up when he talked about his music. Despite his laid back nature, he was all business when it came to his band. He reminded me of Tasha when she talked about dancing. I want what they have badly. To do something that makes me feel so alive, so free; something where I can be me without any consequences.
I snapped out of my own world and smiled at him.
“What?” he asked.
“I’m just surprised.”
“About my band?”
“About you,” I gulped, “I presumed you were someone who¾”
“Was a slacker?”
“Join the club,” Jordan said taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it up.
“That’s a disgusting habit.”
I was especially repulsed since Tasha wanted me to make out with him.
“Deal with it, Mom,” he blew out a puff of smoke close to my face and I coughed.
Breaking the Moon
BREAKING THE MOON is the tumultuous tale of heartache and love, and how sometimes it’s just not enough.
A follow up to 2010′s DREAM CATCHERS, Sandy Lo continues Haley’s journey of self-discovery as she is faced with new obstacles all while trying to understand the tormented past of her boyfriend, Jordan.
In the beginning, love is as easy as breathing. After almost two years of dating, Haley and Jordan are the perfect couple. They’re young, carefree and on the brink of their dream careers. Life is perfect until their world is turned upside down by unexpected news: Haley is pregnant. The couple struggle with the news as well as Jordan’s demons and concepts on family. Will they be able to pick up the pieces after their world shatters?
EXPRESSIONS is the third installment to Sandy Lo’s DREAM CATCHERS SERIES. The book is a series of vignettes written from the point-of-view of various characters throughout the book series. From letters to blog entries to song lyrics, EXPRESSIONS delves deeper into the minds of the characters. Sandy hopes fans of the series will enjoy this 52-page companion book.
Take Me Home
All Cami Woods has ever known was a hard work ethic and an unhealthy marriage that leaves her a single mother of her brand new baby. The story unfolds when Cami takes a vacation to visit friends in Florida and winds up having a hot and steamy affair with a major league baseball player.
That famous baseball player isn’t a stranger, however. He’s Cami’s ex-boyfriend, Jordan’s little brother, Drew Ashton. With leftover feelings for gorgeous rock star Jordan, Cami finds herself in quite a predicament as his equally irresistible baby brother starts to steal her attention more than just bases.
TAKE ME HOME is a story of loss, loneliness, renewal and true love, making it a wonderful addition to the romantic book series!
THE REUNION is the 5th part in the DREAM CATCHERS SERIES. It acts as a direct sequel to “Take Me Home“, following the storyline of music mogul Cami Woods and Yankee short-stop Drew Ashton.
Three years have passed and famed music manager Cami Woods finds herself engaged to the man of her dreams, New York Yankee captain Drew Ashton. While they struggle to balance their busy, high-profile careers, the couple are still smitten with one another and hope to have a baby by the time they marry.
With the pressure of conceiving, Drew’s college reunion approaching, and the confession of leftover feelings from her ex-husband, Cami finds herself once again reevaluating love, but this time, it’s not her feelings she’s concerned with, but rather both her fiance’s and ex-husband’s.
While Drew is pondering the path he has taken in life, which led him away from his first love, Katie, he finds himself pulling away from Cami, the one person who filled the hole in his heart. Drew feels Cami is too independent to be the wife he always imagined.
Faced with the realization she might lose Drew after he sees Katie again, Cami contemplates falling into old habits, like the temporary comfort in the arms of Danny, her ex.
THE REUNION is a journey through the ugly feelings of jealousy, suspicion, guilt and living in the past, but ultimately, it’s about learning from old mistakes and taking hold of your future before it’s too late.
Aylin Ashton always had a voracious heart and is fiercely loyal to the ones she loves. At twenty-one, she wants more than the celebrity lifestyle her family is known for—she wants an identity of her own with friends who care about who she is and not her last name.
Most of all, Aylin wants the love story her parents have. In a world full of divorce, and a society that has made it hard for her to be “normal”, she is not sure if true love can be her reality.
She finds herself struggling to grow romantically and keeps hitting a dead-end with men. From the egotistical pop-rocker Rad Trick to hipster music critic Mike, Aylin is not particularly gaga for either of them, and can’t help to pine for too-old-for-her, Colin Houlihan, who happens to be her father’s tour manager.
The impetuous Aylin can’t help but make passes at the flirty, always doting on her Colin, and when he actually admits an attraction to her, the two are on dangerous ground.
The experience leaves Aylin wounded, but ultimately sends her on a journey to find out who she is and what she really wants, and maybe to the special someone she had hoped for.
From Chapter 4
I looked around the room at all of the amazing people with extraordinary talents surrounding me. Musicians, athletes, photographers, dancers, actors, business-savvy types, and me. Where did I fit in? Who was I? My name is Aylin Ashton, but who was I behind that name? I desperately wanted to find out.
I looked up at Rad.
“Come on, one dance?”
“I thought you were done with my baby bullshit?”
He rolled his eyes, “I didn’t mean that.”
“I don’t feel like dancing.”
“Fine. Can we go somewhere and talk? I don’t want to leave town on bad terms again.”
I looked at Rad’s face. I had seen the look before; it was the one he gave me so many times. There was always something sad in that expression that made me want to help him.
“Okay,” I agreed.
Rad and I walked out of the tent and into the cabin. There were random people hanging out in different parts of the cabin.
“We can go into the kitchen.”
Rad took my elbow and pulled me toward him.
“Upstairs would probably be more private.”
He had a smirk on his face and I pulled my arm away from him.
“I’m sure it would. How much privacy do we need?”
Rad tried to pull me closer and I fought him.
“Come on, Aylin.”
I pushed him away.
“I’m done, Rad.”
I hurried off to the bathroom to escape Rad. As I stumbled in and shut the door, I realized how blasted I was. I was thankful I still had enough sense not to go anywhere with Rad Trick.
I didn’t want to be at the wedding anymore, surrounded by happy couples and my uncle and aunt’s big shot friends. I desperately wanted to drive somewhere, anywhere, but driving was out of the question. I did my business and looked myself over in the mirror.
Maybe I can take the road trip I’ve been wanting to take tomorrow morning. Will my parents try and stop me? Probably. They will tell me to wait until they both can come with me.
“We’ll make it a family thing,” they will say.
As I opened the bathroom door with a defeated feeling, Mandi was waiting and smiled at me.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I’m just going through the emotions that every basic, drunk college girl goes through,” I mocked myself.
Mandi laughed, “At least you’re self-aware, even wasted; that’s more than most girls your age can say.”
I smiled at that and Mandi stood there, not going inside the bathroom.
“So…” I said, awkwardly. “Are you just hanging out in the hallway?”
She laughed, “Kind of. I’m dodging an ex…well, many exes.”
I smirked, and felt myself stumble forward.
“Anyone I know?”
“Uh, yeah,” Mandi said, with an eye roll. “Matt Porter, Darren Colville… oh, and Colin Houlihan.”
My eyes widened, “The first two, who hasn’t dated them?”
“Exactly,” Mandi laughed. “But then again, before Doug, I was a serial dater myself,” she made an embarrassed face.
I snorted, “I wish I dated more. I’ve never had a real boyfriend.”
Mandi looked surprised and went to speak, but I cut her off.
“So, you and Colin?”
I’ll admit, it made me jealous even if Mandi was happily married.
“You can’t really use our names that closely. We went on a handful of dates, and they were nice, but he was very closed off.”
“Sebie thought he was gay, but I never thought that.”
She smirked, “You have a thing for Colin.”
“No!” I yelled and smacked her arm, a little too hard. “Sorry. No, I’ve known Colin forever.”
“He’s a good guy,” Mandi smiled. “Adorable to boot. You should go for it.”
“What?” I laughed. “No way! He’s too old. He works for my dad… I… he… doesn’t see me like that.”
Mandi tried to fight her laughter.
“When you sober up, think about it some more. He’s not that much older than you.”
I waved her off. Colin was a little over ten years older than me—most people would think that was too old.
“Um, are you ladies waiting for the bathroom to air out or something?”
Mandi and I both jumped and turned to see Bex Moore standing there. I was surprised he was invited to the wedding! It wasn’t like he and Cami knew each other well. She helped arrange his upcoming tour with Rad, but I doubt she dealt with him much.
“Oh no, you can go. Sorry Bex,” Mandi said, trying to contain a grin.
He smiled, “It’s good to see you, Mandi. You too, Aylin.”
Bex Moore winked at us before heading into the bathroom. Mandi looked at me and we hurried away from the door to squeal like fan girls.
“He remembered my name!” Mandi laughed.
“Duh, you’re the editor of Bash Magazine. Of course, he did. It’s more miraculous he knows my name!”
Colin walked into the foyer where we were standing and looked at us both skeptically. His bags were by the door.
“Hey, are you leaving?”
His tie was undone and hanging open. I decided there was nothing sexier, even if he was gay or closed off or whatever people thought he was.
“Yeah, heading back to the city. Beat the traffic in the morning.”
“But you didn’t come with a car,” I said confused.
“A taxi will do,” he smiled; it was a sad smile.
I wondered where his sadness came from. Maybe the bartender shot him down. Colin always appeared chipper. He was kind of like me in that way. For some reason, this wedding has brought out a sour side in both of us. I’m sure alcohol was not a good combination with the feelings I’ve been having.
“Do you mind if I go with you? We can take my car,” I suggested.
I felt Mandi’s eyes dart over to me. She was either surprised or impressed after the conversation we had. She probably thought I was making my move. Yeah, right. The only moves I had was smiling stupidly at Colin while he thought I was an adorable little sister he never had, or wanted.
If no road trip was to be had, I might as well get a few hours alone with Colin in my favorite vehicle. Gay or not, I liked being around Colin even if we are simply friends—our only possibility. Whether he was straight or open to dating or even attracted to me in the least bit, nothing would happen between us regardless. I did not want to give myself that kind of false hope. Still, I felt good when I was around Colin. He made me smile, and laugh, and my insides always fluttered in his presence.
“Are you sure you want to leave early?”
“Yeah, I’m beat and drunk,” I smiled, feeling myself wobble.
“Are you sure you’re okay with me driving your car?”
“I trust you,” I said.
“Do you want to tell your parents you’re leaving?”
I could tell he was cautious, and I understood why. Taking his client’s drunk daughter home sounded a little sketchy.
“I’ll text them.”
Colin looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
“I don’t want a lecture or answer a whole lot of questions right now.”
He nodded, “Fine.”
“I can tell them for you,” Mandi offered.
“Thanks. It was so great to actually meet you!” I said, hugging her.
Bex came out of the bathroom and smiled over at me before heading back outside. He was incredibly hot and he knew it. I am sure he loved the female reaction to him, which were generally squeals, grins, and fumbling words.
“Shoot me an email next week,” Mandi said, pulling out of the hug. “We’re looking for interns at Bash Magazine if you’re interested.”
“Thanks,” I smiled.
I had never thought much about journalism, though I did enjoy writing. I journaled often, wrote poems, as well as short stories.
Colin and I walked toward the door and I stumbled into him. He laughed and motioned upstairs.
“Don’t you need to get your stuff?”
“Oh, right,” I giggled and headed upstairs. “I’ll be down in just a minute.”
I was still feeling quite drunk as I packed up my things. Colin waited downstairs for me. I remembered the sauna and hot tub upstairs and wondered if Colin had ever seen it.
“Colin!” I yelled down to him.
He practically leaped up the stairs.
“Did you ever see the top floor of the cabin?”
“No,” he shook his head.
“Come on,” I said, motioning him to follow me.
We walked upstairs and the space was like a rustic spa.
“Wow,” Colin said.
“I know, right?” I flipped the switch to the hot tub on and the bubble jets started going. “Want to go in?” I asked, mischievously.
He looked at me horrified as I began unbuckling my shoes.
I knew what he was thinking. I may have been drunk, but I wasn’t crazy to strip in front of Colin Houlihan—my dad’s too-old-for-me manager while my parents were two floors below us. Though, I really wanted to see Colin’s reaction. I knew he would never fall for such a Lolita play, though. I would seriously be making it awkward between us. Besides, even intoxicated, I wasn’t that brazen.
I hiked my dress up and stepped into the hot tub. I looked at Colin and laughed.
“I’m not skinny dipping, relax.”
I sat down on the side of tub, allowing the steamy water to surround my legs.
“You’ve lost it,” Colin laughed, finally.
“It feels so good,” I said, tilting my head back and closing my eyes.
The tension in my body was melting away. I opened my eyes and I saw Colin’s head quickly turn.
“Are you coming in?”
“Oh bugger,” he shook his head and took his shoes off.
Colin continued to remove his socks before rolling his pants up. He stepped into the hot tub and sat down next to me. His now wet legs were covered in faint golden-blond hairs.
“This is pretty awesome,” he smiled down at me, his eyes quickly averting away from my breasts, which felt like they were practically up to my chin at this point between the cut of the fabric and the way I was sitting.
“I’m so mad I got drunk,” I sighed, knowing if I was already feeling stupid, tomorrow will be worse.
Colin snickered, “We all make mistakes.”
“I wanted to take that road trip I told you I’ve been dreaming of.”
“Take it tomorrow,” he shrugged.
“I won’t have the nerve tomorrow. Mom and Dad will tell me they’ll go with me or make me feel guilty for not wanting to spend time with them while they’re in town.”
Colin stared at me silently.
“That sounds terrible,” I said putting my hands over my face, probably causing my make-up to run since they were wet. “I just—I feel like I don’t know how to live my own life without making other people happy, you know?”
Colin smiled at me and nodded, “I do know. Have you ever talked to your parents about this?”
I shrugged, “I don’t want to hurt them.”
Colin nodded understandingly.
“I like talking to you,” I blurted. “You don’t make me feel guilty and you just listen.”
He looked at me for a moment, “I like talking to you too, Aylin.”
He got up and stepped out of the hot tub.
“We should get going.”
He offered me his hand and helped me out. I stumbled and bumped into him. He grabbed onto me, steadying me.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, staring up into his eyes.
He wiped the make-up from underneath my damp eyes and gave a small smile.
“You’re cute, even when you’re drunk.”
Cute. Right, I probably looked like a raccoon. Cute is what you call a puppy or a baby, not someone you want to kiss—which is all I wanted from Colin at that moment. To be kissed by a man; not some punk like Rad who didn’t give a damn who I was, as long as I was giving him what he needed.