Meet my MC, Kami: smart, introverted, and dealing with a major family tragedy in her past that left her unable to trust anyone, especially the hot quarterback she's forced to tutor with an unstable past himself.
Enter Meg (short for Megumi): Kami's BFF who thinks a string bikini is perfectly acceptable beach attire for a school field trip, might possibly be the sole reason Sanrio is still in business, and thinks Kami is a fool for not caving into the aforementioned hot quarterback.
In lieu of an interview, here's a clip from the novel they are in, UNFOLD ME (currently shelved):
“Lucas has been asking about you,” Meg told me one day at lunch. “He’s worried about you.”
I sighed and continued to nibble at my bologna sandwich.
“I’m worried about you too, Kami.” Meg sipped her Diet Coke through a straw that kept bouncing up and down in her soda can. “Why the sudden Lucas avoidance and teen depression syndrome?”
I sighed again. “He likes me.”
“No, I mean really likes me.” I looked up to see Meg waiting for me to continue. “Too much.”
“And that’s a problem because…?” When I didn’t answer, Meg continued. “Because he’s too good looking. And too kind. Too hot. Too popular. Too athletic. Too caring. Too hot. Did I say that one already?”
I raised the side of my mouth in half a smile.
“Kami.” Meg slammed her soda can down on the cafeteria table and her straw bounced out. “You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah, I already saw the memo.” My half smile vanished.
“Seriously, girl. You have got to take a chance on something. Or someone. And I can’t think of a more perfect subject. It will be good for you to fall. Just a little. To risk a little bit of yourself.”
“You sound like the school counselor.”
“Well then she must be a genius. This is so what you need right now, Kami. Stop thinking about it so much, analyzing every possible negative outcome and just do it.”
I looked at her with longing, wishing I had her confidence, her carefree outlook.
“Isn’t it what you want?” she asked, serious.
I nodded, ever so slightly. “You would think when what I want and what I need are the same thing, it would be easy to take it,” I said. “I mean, what else is it competing with?”
“Fear. Doubt.” Meg grabbed my hand across the table and squeezed it in reassurance.
“I wish I had another valid choice,” I said.
Meg sighed and dropped my hand. “Of course you do. You are such a masochist, Kami.” She winked and stuck her tongue out at me. “But I still love you. So maybe I am sometimes too.”
This song has been Kami's theme song for me, even as I was writing the story. One of my favs.
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