Authors: Noelle August
Boomerang
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To Lisa, my first literary agent, my constant reader,
and my best friend. Love you, Blister.
And to Brenda, for all you do,
and for your big, gorgeous heart.
—LO
To Lolo, who wrote half of this, but still.
You are wonderful.
—VR
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Mia
Q: Have you ever had a one-night stand?
O
n the single most important day of my life, I wake with the thought:
Oh
crap, where are my panties
?
I think this because I also happen to wake in the bed of a stranger, with a wicked shaft of lemon-hued LA light bisecting my bare thigh and not a shred of underwear or any other garment in sight.
This is
so
not me, and yet here I am, tangled in warm sheets that are most definitely not my own.
Vague snippets of the night before push through my hangover-muddled brain. I remember sitting at Duke’s after my interview with Adam Blackwood, wired with anticipation and the feeling that, finally, I was set to
launch
. I’d be able to finish my film about Nana, turn it in, and say
sayonara
to college. And I’d turn this internship with one of the biggest media companies in the country into a real film career where I could find myself, find
my
style, not just the styles I’d been parroting during my years in school.