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Kaers
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I'm writing a teen love story, but I have absolutely no idea what the title should be. It's about a teenage girl, her name is Katie (about 16-17) and she moves away from Ohio to an acting school in New York. She feels out of place and like she doesn't belong there, and other girls are giving her a hard time. She meets a boy named Matt which she automatically has a huge crush on. They spend a lot of time together and eventually become friends. Matt starts to date a girl named Tif, a really upscale actress. Tif is one of the girls who gives Katie problems. So, to impress Matt, Katie auditions for a new show called "Judith", which is supposed to bigger than "Dawson's Creek." She gets the lead part as Judith, but really hates the guy she works opposite with, Jesse. Jesse has a huge crush on Tif, and hates Katie. Katie and Jesse try to break up Matt and Tif, but end up falling for each other at the end.
So, technically, I have 2 questions
1) Would you be interested in reading this based on the plot?
and
2) What should the title for it be?
Here's a part of the story closer to the end:
I glanced down at my blue watch. 8:17. Great. I stomped my heel, making it echo in the huge marble hall.
"Geez, what's wrong with you?" I looked over my shoulder.
"Jesse, you're almost 20 minutes late!" I said loudly, "Shows how much you care."
"Well, if I would've known how stunningly hot you look I probably would've gotten here sooner." He said, looking non-chalantly down the hall as he draped his arm around my shoulder.
"I'm not sure if that was a genuine compliment or if you're just trying to get me pissed off." I said, my stilettos overpowering my words as we made our way down to the car. He flashed me a grin that could've made me melt right into the concrete and opened the passenger's side door. I stepped in and clutched my bag nervously.
"Is the only reason you're taking me as you're date is to make Tif jealous?" I asked as he sat in the drivers seat. He glanced up at me, then back down to his lap.
"Yep." he said, searching for his keys. They jingled as he stuck them in the egnition. As the car roared with power, I felt my cheeks burn up. I convinced myself it was nervousness and nothing more while we pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street.
"Wow, thanks." I said with a sarcastic tone, "I always love knowing I'm being used."
"Well, I'm not completely loving this either. I mean, you're just using me to make Matt jealous."
"Does that bother you?"
"No, I-"
"I kinda think you're jealous." I said with a smirk. He let out a laugh.
"You're kidding, right?" He asked, glancing at me then back at the road, "you think that I'm jealous that you like Matt?" I nodded quickly.
"That's right."
"You're crazy."
"Maybe you like me."
That's just a litte bit.
Thanks :]
So, technically, I have 2 questions
1) Would you be interested in reading this based on the plot?
and
2) What should the title for it be?
Here's a part of the story closer to the end:
I glanced down at my blue watch. 8:17. Great. I stomped my heel, making it echo in the huge marble hall.
"Geez, what's wrong with you?" I looked over my shoulder.
"Jesse, you're almost 20 minutes late!" I said loudly, "Shows how much you care."
"Well, if I would've known how stunningly hot you look I probably would've gotten here sooner." He said, looking non-chalantly down the hall as he draped his arm around my shoulder.
"I'm not sure if that was a genuine compliment or if you're just trying to get me pissed off." I said, my stilettos overpowering my words as we made our way down to the car. He flashed me a grin that could've made me melt right into the concrete and opened the passenger's side door. I stepped in and clutched my bag nervously.
"Is the only reason you're taking me as you're date is to make Tif jealous?" I asked as he sat in the drivers seat. He glanced up at me, then back down to his lap.
"Yep." he said, searching for his keys. They jingled as he stuck them in the egnition. As the car roared with power, I felt my cheeks burn up. I convinced myself it was nervousness and nothing more while we pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street.
"Wow, thanks." I said with a sarcastic tone, "I always love knowing I'm being used."
"Well, I'm not completely loving this either. I mean, you're just using me to make Matt jealous."
"Does that bother you?"
"No, I-"
"I kinda think you're jealous." I said with a smirk. He let out a laugh.
"You're kidding, right?" He asked, glancing at me then back at the road, "you think that I'm jealous that you like Matt?" I nodded quickly.
"That's right."
"You're crazy."
"Maybe you like me."
That's just a litte bit.
Thanks :]