They have an unusual relationship. And when things are good, it’s magic.
Dreams happen in the strangest places. Watch for them.
With practice, you will master your own dreams.
No rash decisions. No big commitments. Each day as it comes.
They linger near the back door, forehead to forehead and curved like statues as their lips whisper and brush together.
Feels like I’m in a play and I don’t know all my lines.
Carrie doesn’t seem to talk about anything with sharp edges. Maybe she’s afraid they might poke her and then she’d burst.
Janie. Does not like. To be called. Buffy.
She gets to school late. Bashful gives her a tardy, and won’t reconsider. Janie always hated Bashful. Stupidest. Dwarf. Ever.
And then they kiss. Slowly, gently. Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.
Because there’s no way on earth she’s going to make it through college unless she grows some serious ovaries and turns this train wreck around.
With the notebook resting ominuslously on Janie’s bed, Janie procrastinates. Does her homework first. And pours herself a bowl of ceral. Breakfast – one of the five most important meals of the day. Not to be skipped.
Janie calls Cabel. “Hi, uh, Mom,” she says. Cabel snorts. “Hello, dear. Did you make it through the blizzard?” “Yeah. Barely.” Janie grins into the phone.
She sits in the driveway, freezing, for thirty-six minutes. Arguing with herself. Because she thinks she’s in love with him too. And there are two ways she can be a fool in love right now. She chooses the harder one. And knocks on the door.
I highly regret this day in advance.
Jacian Obregon. It sounds like a melody. Or a tragedy.
He moves like a dancer.
It’s the intent, not the word, that makes something harsh.
A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.
If you want to touch me, Kendall, touch me. Don’t hide behind those little girl slaps.