Who’s this? I point to Soccer Guy. He’s wearing red and white, and he’s all dark eyebrows and dark hair. Quite good-looking, actually. Cesc Fàbregas. God, he’s the most incredible passer. Plays for Ar...
We used to hang out all the time. St. Clair and me.But after you arrived,I hardly saw him. He'd sit next to you in class,at lunch,at the movies. And even though I was suspicious,I knew the first time...
We talk about the shiny little nothings we see – people and cars and cathedrals, even la Tour Eiffel – but it’s not that we don’t have anything meaningful to say. The feeling is that we have everythin...
We can’t stop smiling at each other. I can’t believe that adults get to do this every day. And I don’t even mean sex, though it’s wonderful, but things like this. Brushing our teeth at the same sink....
They thought puzzle were boring. But I’ve always thought they were satisfying, you know? Each piece having its exact place.
They blinked in the dusk of the setting sun, a reminder that light was a recurring state.
There's nothing like being openly stared at by an attractive member of the opposite sex to make me feel as if all of my limbs were in the wrong place.
There sure are a lot of stairs. Holy crap,will these things ever end?Seriously?MORE STAIRS?This is ridiculous.I'm never buying a house with stairs.I won't even steps to my front door,just a gradual in...
The thing I'm trying to ignore. The thing I shouldn't want, the thing I can't have.And he's standing in front of me right now.So what do I wish for? Something I'm not sure I want? Someone I'm not sure...
That was the strangest timing. The strangest. It's like fate, if I believed in fate. I don't know. Maybe I believe in fate now.
That was interesting.Who was that?Matt looks unhappy. What? I ask him.You'll talk to that guy,but you won't talk to us anymore?Sorry, I mumble, and climb out of his car. He's just a friend.Thanks for...
Steve Carver-the guy with the faux-surfer hair-and Amanda's best friend, Nicole,are chosen.Rashmi and I groan in a rare moment of camaraderie.Steve pumps a fist in the air.What a meathead.The selectin...
St. Clair waggles his eyebrows at Josh, but the moment he sees that I've caught him, his expression changes to a flirtatious grin. Aw, mate, he says to Josh. Admit it. You couldn't resist me.Josh rela...
Speaking of cold...I shiver. Has the temperature dropped, or is it just me?Here. Etienne unwraps the black scarf that had been tied loosely around his neck,and hands it to me. I take it, gently, and w...
Sorry,Chef Pierre. I'm a little distracted by this English French American Boy Masterpiece.
Sorry, it’s such a mess. He shoves his hands into his pockets.I cleared off the bed, though, and the sheets are clean.My eyebrows practically hit my hairline.To sit on. His accusation is made jokingly...
Sorry to be your second choice.Don't be stupid. Third choice. Mum's asleep, remember? He laughs again.
Some people might leave you [...] but it doesn't mean you're worth leaving
So you and St. Clair seemed pretty at breakfast.Um. Is she threatened by me?I wouldn't get any ideas if I were you, she continues. Not even pretty enough to steal him from his girlfriend. They've be...
So what you're saying [...] is that the translator has a lot of decisions to make. That there are multiple meanings to be found in any word, in any sentence. In any situation.