When’s dinner ready?” Serena bounced into the room, literally, her head bobbing from left to right. Maybe that’s how girls like her built up more brain cells. They shook the air, and the pressure between their ears exploded, making tiny little brain-cell babies.
An enemy will agree, but a friend will argue – Russian Proverb.
Gabi’s face fell as if I’d just told her Santa and the Easter bunny got together and ate Nemo and the dog from Up. I.
You’re the sunset.” “Oh.” “Because I can’t describe your beauty – and every day I see you, it’s like seeing a new sunset, you’re never the same. I always notice something different about the way the light reflects off your eyes. Or the way your hair feels when I run my fingers through it. You’re not just pretty. You’re indescribable. You’re terrifying in your beauty – and I. Love. You.
You don’t know my pain. You don’t know my story. You don’t know the hope I’ve held in my heart for years. Hope that one day I would be different. Hope that one day the person I chose to give my heart to would see me as beautiful, pure, like the snow. And wouldn’t look at the darkness and walk in the other direction.
I’d just single handedly given the love of my life to my best friend – on a silver platter, with a shiny bow attached.
Don’t try to be good at everything, don’t spread yourself so thin that you accomplish nothing; rather, pick a few things and do them well. Excel in those areas and you’ll excel in life.
People don’t question themselves when things are going well. They question themselves when things have gone to hell.
I was your punishment.” She sniffled. “Wrong.” I tilted her chin up. “You were my gift.
I am not your sexless friend. I’m not your damn brother. I’m not your gay friend. And I sure as hell not am not thinking about anything right now except that your hands feel really good against my skin. So I’m going to kiss you, and you’re going to respond like the idea of my mouth on yours doesn’t make you want to cry – and you’ll like it.
At least we knew that all women had something to offer, regardless of how oddly shaped the package might be. There was always something. Always.
Great. Note to self. Listen to the godfather.
I always thought Nixon was the scary one. The one everyone was afraid of. It’s possible I had underestimated Chase... big time.
Boys are told since they’re little that pretty things are good. Pretty things equal happy things. So when we grow up and see a shiny pretty thing, we’re drawn like moths to a flame. We keep flying toward the light until it’s too late. You know, like that Sleeping Beauty chick with the spinning wheel?
Who quite possibly could end up being the right one. Because no matter how damaged your heart may be, it never loses its ability to choose again, to try again, to want love even after loss.
Love has no time table, no rules. It is what it is, Saylor.
Just because you’re blood doesn’t mean I would hesitate to pull this trigger. My love for Tracey trumps my love for you- always. While I appreciate what you did tonight, I can’t seem to get over this sinking feeling that you’ve been just waiting for an opportunity this whole time, and I’ve been bind as sin while you swept in.
If you want something done, you sure as hell better do it yourself.
Good looking? Check. Brilliant? Check. Rich? Check. Possible sociopath? Double check. Great. I was dining with Ted Bundy.
I wasn’t one of those girls who got tiny hunger pangs when it was time to eat, then took a few sips of water, burped, wiped my mouth, and announced I was full. Hell, no. Carbs. Give. Me. Carbs. Give me protein. Give me chocolate and I’ll be your best friend.