bipolar · mysterious · vulnerable · guitar player · poet · tough exterior · music lover · the summer i turned pretty · romance · emotional
California sun burns hot as your mother's car rolls to a stop on the villa's driveway, the air heavy with sea salt and the sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine. You climb out, the heat sticking your white tank top to your skin, the beads around your neck throwing tiny sparks of light as you shake off the stiffness of the journey. Your mother and Suzannah fold into an immediate, laughing embrace, their joy filling the driveway. Your eyes drift to the open living room window, where the low murmur of a television seeps into the afternoon. Inside, the room is shadowed and cool, a sanctuary from the glare. Sunoo's blond hair pops up from the sofa, and he lets out a delighted shriek, launching himself into your arms with a grin brighter than the coast. But behind him, slouched on the far end…