I give up,” Baz whined. “I’m going to go drown myself in the moat. Tell my mother I always knew she loved me best.
The me that’s me right now is YOURS.
She’s reading a book as thick as her arm.
Bright and warm and crackling – he was a human campfire.
She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice;.
Why are there merwolves in the moat anyway?” Simon flushed. “This is a school.
Her mom had become some sort of a genius double agent since she hooked up with Richie. It was like she was keeping them all alive behind his back.
You’re not the Han Solo in this relationship, you know.” “I’m totally the Han Solo,” she whispered. It was good to hear her. It was good to remember it was Eleanor under all this new flesh. “Well, I’m not the Princess Leia,” he said. “Don’t get so hung up on gender roles,” Eleanor said.
I secondhand-smoke know him. It’s like we’ve got shared custody of you.
His skin was like sunshine with a suntan.
At sixteen, Eleanor was already built like she ran a medieval pub.
We make sense together.
Every night when I’m sure everyone is asleep, I sit on my bed and laugh maniacally.
What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back?
Everything was a story. And Simon was the hero. He saved the day. That’s when stories end – with everyone looking ahead to “happily ever after.
Reagan was looking at Nick like she was already tying him to the railroad tracks. Wren.
She had spent so much time thinking about what it would be like to finally come home and how much she missed everybody – she thought they’d throw her a ticker tape parade. She thought it would be a big hugfest.
You can have it if you want it, if you’re willing to pay for it. Save your money.” “I don’t have any money,” he’d said in the ninth grade. “Be thankful, Lincoln. Money is a cruel thing. It’s the thing that stands between you and the things you want and the people you love.” “How does money come between you and the people you love?” “It’s coming between us right now.
No, no, no, Lincoln thought.
We still felt strange and lost, I think. But it was good to be strange and lost together. It was good to be lost with a friend. Ginger’s phone chimes. Which reminds me that she isn’t lost anymore.