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Chapters 11 and 12 are up! Amy runs away and James seeks solace with Kyra. Then we’re back to 1995 where James’ new friend, Zach, deftly helps him navigate an important social tight wire act at Bijan’s going away party. Will Laura be persuaded?

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Read Bay City Runaway

This chapter takes you back to the 1995 college backstory again. I loved writing these chapters. I put bits of my personal life in here. I did sing in the choir at the University of Oklahoma. It captures those first-day-of-college feelings–insecurities, excitement, meeting new friends, finding an old flame in one of your classes.

I constructing this book on two timelines: 2007 San Francisco and 1995 Oklahoma. Rest assured, they timelines will collide in a power way!

This is one of my favorite chapters. We get to take a look into what kind of guy James really is. Is he a good guy?

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I did not see Laura again that summer, but I did see a lot of Stacey. Every Friday night, we hung out with her friends at the Classic 50s Drive-In for burgers and Cajun curly fries. I saw less of Bijan as the summer went on, as he became focused on his musical composition, and I focused on Stacey. Then one warm Saturday night, two weeks before the start of my senior year, Bijan invited me to his parents’ house to stay the night.

We made a usual, almost ritualistic, night of it. We watched one of only three videos in his house, Dirty Dancing. The other two were Busty Blonds, which we discovered in his dad’s bedside table and 9 ½ weeks, which, although it had some sexy stuff with Kim Basinger it held little interest for us. But Dirty Dancing was part of our ritual. We knew all the lines. We made fun of it, but by the end, we always got wrapped up in it.

After the movie, it was street time. He lived in a quiet neighborhood, so there were very few cars at midnight. We felt adventurous when we would lie down on the street in front of his house. The concrete held the warmth of the day, and the air was very still. The cicada’s song had ended, and in the brush and creek running through the backs of the houses, the crickets’ song had begun. read more