The Dreams Trilogy

Dean Cullen. The boy next door. My best friend’s big brother. I’d known the arrogant, bossy, domineering jacka-s my entire life. Falling in love with him would be such a cliché. Not to mention, the town’s golden boy (insert eye roll here) had big plans to get the hell out of Dodge and they didn’t include me, which was fine. I had my own life mapped out, far from his. Falling in love with the boy with stars in his eyes was the last thing I wanted to do.

Lennon James. The girl next door. My little sister’s best friend. I’d known the brilliant, funny, shy beauty my entire life. Falling in love with her wasn’t a choice, it was destiny. When tragedy struck, and our lives were turned upside down, I knew we were going to be okay. We had each other. Together we could make it through anything. Falling in love with the girl who marched to the beat of her own drum was one thing I never regretted. Sometimes the biggest obstacles are the things you never see coming.

Falling in love when you’re a teenager isn’t supposed to shape your life, but it has defined us. I was fifteen when I fell for the boy with stars in his eyes. At seventeen, desperate to fight the currents pulling us apart and against our families’ wishes, I married him. Determined to make it work, I headed to college while he moved across the country, each chasing our own dreams. Falling in love was easy. Making it work was the hard part.