Nico looked so devilishly handsome under the spilling glow of the moon.
I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense.
Say it again, he says.That whole drawn-out speech? I remember something about a solar system, but I’m too light-headed to recite the entire thing all over again.He steps closer. No. The part about you...
I just read this great quote by Junot Diaz, he was talking about true intimacy, and he was saying that it was the willingness to be vulnerable and to be found out. That’s what I felt that YA did. It w...
She forks up a little nibble and wedges it in her mouth. "Yum," she croaks.Mrs. Wong looks pleased. "It's made with tofu."I can't resist. "Free-range tofu?"My mother looks over at me sharply. Mrs. Won...
You can’t keep her.I know that. But I’m not ready to give her up just yet.
What are you boys doing? she asks, as if we’re still little kids messing around.Arguin’, Carlos says matter-of-factly.
I’ll always love you, no matter what happens, okay?
She ignores me, so I cup my hands over my mouth and do something I haven’t done in years— barnyard sounds.
I'm beginning to think that if you're going to have a role model you should probably pick someone who's already dead so they can't disappoint you.
There’s always time for arguin’ when you’re a Fuentes.
The Professor doesn’t have a problem being called Dick? If my name was Richard, I’d go by Richard or Rich . . . not Dick. Hell, I’d even settle for being called Chard.
A text pops up on the screen. It’s from Luis. I can’t help but grin when I read his perfectly thought-out message.
Writing is easy, its marketing that is truly hell!
What’s with all those tattoos? Makes you look like a hooligan.I suspect I am a hooligan.
I have trust issues.I know. I’m on a mission to cure you of that.
Nikki looks at me, confused. What’s wrong? Nothin’.
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a dickhead. Well, I did.
Carlos, are we in complete understanding with each other?Yeah, I say. As long as it’s not in your house and you don’t know about it, you’re okay with us messin’ around.I know you’re joking with me. Yo...
Thoughts of being a pirate and stealing her away to my ship race across my mind. Although I’m not a pirate, and she’s not my captured princess.