The Diary of Lexi Ashford is LIVE!
A NA Romantic Comedy series.
Lexi has always had a reputation for accidentally messing things up, but she never thought she’d be jobless and homeless at twenty-six. With no other choice, she returns to her hometown to do a little life searching.
Lexi quickly discovers a lot has changed in the eight years since she first left Fairville, a quirky little town in the middle of nowhere. Most of her best friends from high school are now married and have children, and her parents have sold their home and are now living in a loft above their store. One thing still remains the same, though. Anders, her old high school crush is still as hot as ever.
Determined to get her life back on track, Lexi starts searching for an apartment and a job. But during a crazy night at one of her friend’s bachelorette parties, she wakes up in Las Vegas, hungover and married to Evan, Anders’ brother, a guy she barely knows. So much for getting her life back on track.
This story is an NA Romantic Comedy and takes place over multiple parts. Each part is approximately 20,000 words.
“You were not. You were sweet and quiet and cute, in this strange, intense, I-rarely-blink way, which fyi, you still do that,” I attempt to convince him, but when he gives me this you’re a Cuckoo girl look, I sigh. “Okay, so maybe that’s what everyone called you back in high school, but trust me, if I still believed everything the cool kids told me in school, I’d still think I have t-Rex arms. But I don’t.” I stick out my arms and wiggle them around like I’m an octopus. “See. Perfectly normal length, my friend.”
That gets him to smile and for some reason it makes me feel like I’ve won some a prize. Gold medal for Lexi! Hell yeah!
“So, how about this,” I continue. “Instead of spending the night living in the shadows of our past, how about we go pro-nerd and celebrate our dorkiness.” I stick out my fist for him to fist bump.
“I’m not dorky anymore,” he says, but fist bumps me anyway.
“No, you’re not.” I mull an idea over, checking him out as I thrum my finger against my bottom lip. “You look too sexy right now. It kind of contradicts dork celebration night.”
He wrestles back a smile. “Why do I have a feeling you’re about to do something really weird.”
“Because I am. Be worried, my soon-to-be-dorky friend. Be very, very worried.” I make a dun, dun, dun sound, tapping my fingers together, like I’m about to do something sinister.
He smashes his lips together, working hard not to laugh at me.
I ponder how to make Sexy Stranger look like less hot and for some reason, the man dressed up as cupid pops into my mind.
“I have an idea.” Without warning, I reach forward and tug his shirt off his head.
“What the hell, Lex.” Evan’s face turns bright red either from anger or embarrassment.
I don’t know why he’s embarrassed. The guy is ripped.