It gets worse. Josh tell her that he loves her. She says it back. He touches her. She touches him back. And then they're losing their virginity on the floor of her bedroom beside her pet rabbit, Isis....
I wish he would look at me the way he looks at his subjects. Because then he'd see there's more to me than shy, just like I see there's more to him than slacker
The way he looked at you? He wasn’t distracted. He was consumed.
The distance between us grows with each passing minute. Will he take my arm again, or will I have to take his?
I don't believe in fashion. I believe in costume. Life is too short to be same person every day.
Everyone is worthy of love. - Hattie
You know, If you weren't tiny, cute and remarkably innocent looking I'd be running away right now. This feels like the set-up to some torture porn.
It's so Hogwarts.
He snuffles. Oh, no.He's not going to cry, is he? Because even though it's sweet when guys cry, I am so not prepared for this.Girl scouts didn't teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boy...
I’m teleporting to Atlanta. I’m picking you up, and we’ll go someplace where our families can’t find us. We’ll take Seany. And we’ll let him run laps until he tires, and then you and I will take a lon...
I said you were beautiful. I slept in your bed!
I have a rule.Elaborate.The statue is still warm from the previous visitors. I ask myself, if the worst happened—if I did get knocked up-would I be embarrassed to tell my child who his father was? If...
Fo' shiz.
Phones are distracting. The internet is distracting.The way he looked at you? He wasn't distracted. He was consumed.
Parents are excellent at stating the obvious.
I’ve always known that he’s been putting on an act. That he can see through the bullshit, and he’s not willing to participate in it. It
If you ask me to kiss you, I will, he says.His fingers stroke the inside of my wrists, and I burst into flames.Kiss me, I say.He does.
I've always felt lucky to live someplace where snow is rare, you know? It's rareness that makes it so speacial.
He closes his eyes.Our lips brush lightly.If you ask me to kiss you , I will, he says.His fingers stroke the inside of my wrists, and I burst into flames.Kiss me, I say.He does.
Finally, thank you to Jarrod Perkins. I'm crying now just because I typed your name. I love you more than anyone. Ever. Times a hundred million billion. Etienne, Cricket, and Josh--they were all you,...