Beautiful Disaster: Jamie McGuire (BEAUTIFUL SERIES)

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A petite brunette stepped in front of us, wide-­‐eyed and hopeful. “Hey, Travis,” she lilted, playing with her hair. I scanned the tattoos covering his arm. “I’ll just say that you seem more criminal and less justice.” I had seen Travis rage, fall in love, fear for our lives, worry, and I’d see him at peace. Watching him as he realized he was going to be a father was absolutely my favorite”

Travis burst into laughter, shaking his head. “Just come over. I won’t even flirt with you, I swear.”Although the lunch table had thinned, America, Shepley and I lingered to discuss our weekend plans. Travis stood up to leave, but stopped at our end of the table. “What?” Shepley asked loudly, holding his hand to his ear. I’m not a Barbie twin or one of your little groupies up there,” I said, glancing at the girls behind us. “I’m not impressed with your tattoos, or your boyish charm, or your forced indifference, so you can stop the antics, okay?” The sharp bleating of a bull horn cut through the smoky air. The noise startled me, and I jumped in reaction, looking for the source of the blast. A man stood on a wooden chair, holding a wad of cash in one hand, the horn in the other. He held the plastic to his lips. As the pair spend the next 30 days — and nights! — getting to know one another, will they be a match made in heaven? Or doomed for disaster? I smiled and pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose, waiting for him to recoil at my appearance. “America had a paper to finish.”

Beautiful Disaster': Dylan Sprouse rom-com gets trailer ahead of Hulu release - UPI.com". UPI . Retrieved August 5, 2023. I rounded the corner to see America standing with Finch outside our dormitory. The three of us ended up at the same table at freshman orientation, and I knew he would be the welcome third wheel to our well-­‐oiled machine. He wasn’t excessively tall, but still he towered over my five feet, four inches. His round eyes offset his long, lean features, and his bleached hair was usually fashioned into a spike at the front.America pointed the remote at the television and switched it on. “There’s a good movie on tonight. Anyone want to find out where Baby Jane is?” Ah! A smile. I’m not a rotten bastard after all,” he winked. “It was nice to meet you, Pidge.” He walked around the table and leaned into America’s ear.