How…how did you know that I’m not there?But I’ve already anticipated his answer.Because I’m here.
How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn’t in love with him?
Hi, I whisper. He peels off my hands and turns toward the aisle. Please don't make this any harder than it already is, he whispers back.
Here is everything I know about France: Madeline and Amélie and Moulin Rouge.
Hello? No reply. My shoulders sag. What’s the point of a staircase if no one is here to watch my entrance?
He's gleeful to know something I don't. Which is annoying considering we're both aware that he knows everything about Parisian life, whereas I have the savvy of a chocolate croissant.
He stares at his hands. Whatever word he wrote there, its been crossed off. There's only a black box. Lola, you were the only person I wanted there that night. I was crazy about you, but I didn't know...
Har. Bloody. Har.He smiles. Oh, I see. Known me less than a day and teasing me about my accent. What's next? Care to discuss the state of my hair? My height? My trousers?Trousers. Honestly.
Había pasado tantas noches oscuras tratando de olvidarme de Cricket. No parecía justo que él se hubiera olvidado de mí.
Everyone's here except for St. Clair. Meredith cranes her neck around the cafeteria. He's usually running late.Always, Josh corrects. Always running late.I clear my throat. I think I met him last nigh...
El mundo guarda silencio salvo por los latidos constantes de nuestros corazones.
Did I ever tell you I went to school in America?What? No.It's true,for a year. Eighth grade. It was terrible.Eighth grade is terrible for everyone, I say.Well,it was worse for me. My parents had just...
Debo ser masoquista para ponerme en estas situaciones. Necesito ayuda. Tengo que ver a un psiquiatra o ser encerrada en una celda acolchada con camisa de fuerza o algo así.
De verdad, no conozco a ninguna chica americana que se pueda resistir al acento inglés.
Cricket: I love you.I didn't say it so you'd say it back. Please don't say it if you don't mean it. I can wait.Lola: Cricket Bell, I have been in love with you for my entire life.
Cricket walks several steps behind me. It's a careful distance. I wonder if he's looking at my butt.WHY DID I JUST THINK THAT? Now my butt feels COLOSSAL. Maybe he's looking at my legs. Is that better...
Cricket tells a joke and turns to see if I'm laughing, if I think he's funny, and I want him to know that I think he's funny, and I want him to know that I'm glad he's my friend, and I want him to kn...
But...she didn't know him, did she? Marigold was suddenly struck by how badly she to know him.
But Matt's the only guy I've ever gone out with,and he barely counts.I once told him I'd dated this guy named Stuart Thistleback at summer camp. Stuart Thistleback had auburn hair and played the stand...
Because that's the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don't want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breath it into my lungs. I want to...