You love him so much it feels like you can’t go on without him. You feel like you might die without him.
If you’re in the room, I want to be next to you. If you’re gone, I think about you. You’re who I want to talk to. In a fight, I want you at my back. When we’re together the sun is shining. When we’re apart, everything is in shades of gray.
It’s funny how different people are. If I’d been this kid and someone was snarling “Ordering a pizza?” at me, without even thinking, I would have snarled back “Yeah. You want pepperoni?” -Maximum Ride.
Witihin seconds the headhunter had lost control of his car and it squealed, sliding sideways right into several other cars. Cool!? said the Gasman.
Fang: When do I get out of here? Max: They say a week. Fang: So, like, tomorrow? Max: That’s what I’m thinking.
I stood my ground. “You evil scientist are all the same – evil. Count me out.” Fang and I brushed past Mr. God and walked quickly but smoothly to the exit. It was barely noon, and I’d already made a huge enemy. Dang, I’m good.
I was crazily, deeply, incredibly, joyously, terrifiedly in love.
The act of laughing releases some nice chemical into your brain, you feel good and it’s free.
Everything I loved was taken away from me, and I did not die.
And then as always, I saw the prayer coming at me. And, as always, Number 1 killed me! Set me on fire, cooked me to medium rare and then ate me! I really, really, really hope I haven’t just given away the ending of this story.
Right there, in front of everyone, I threw my arms arond his neck and mashed my mouth against his. He was startled for a second, then his strong arms wraped around me so tightly I could hardly breathe. “ZOMG,” I heard Nudge whisper.
You love me this much!
Do I open it? Do I open it? Of course I freaking open it!
I moved to leave, and Dylan actually grabbed me by my shoulders. I was so surprised that I forgot to karate-chop his elbows and break his arms.
It was the building from the drawing in my brain. And if you don’t think that’s a weird sentence, maybe you should reread it.
I led the way toward the crowd, trying to look casual, like, Fly? Me? Nah.
I remembered something my first partner had told me. Never wrestle with a pig, Lindsay. You both get dirty. The pig likes it.
I’ve been looking for you a long time, I just didn’t know it. But now I do.
Another day. Get up and face it.
I do 30 to 40 books a year, so it’s a fair amount of reading. Back and forth between nonfiction and fiction. I usually have three or four things that are open on my desk, on my bed, on audiobook in the car.