He’d stopped trying to bring her back.
She stood in front of the speakers instead and closed her eyes, not really dancing, just bouncing and whispering the lyrics. After the first verse, she was dancing.
As soon as the room was mostly empty, she lifted up her T-shirt and ran her hand along the stretch marks and the ropy scar under her belly. Still there.
She had a pair of vans he liked, with strawberries on them.
It made sense that Tina was in Eleanor’s gym class – because gym was an extension of hell, and Tina was definetly a demon.
And he knew it was crappy, but he was kind of grateful that people like that existed. Because people like Steve and Tina existed, too, and they needed to be fed. if it wasn’t that redhead, it was going to be somebody else. And if it wasn’t somebody else, it was going to be Park.
She smelled like gardenias. Plus something muskier, gardenias with carnal knowledge.
I shouldn’t need proof, but proof can be very reassuring.
It’s up to us to not lose this.
It was making him feel like a stranger.
Back to missing you.
IDEA... if your bored and you miss me you should write some dirty fan fiction about us. you can read it to me later. great idea right?
I’m not ready for you to stop being my problem.
He loved how much they loved each other. It was the thing he thought about when he woke up scared in the middle of the night. Not that they loved him – they were his parents, they had to love him. That they loved each other. They didn’t have to do that.
He missed the Midwest... Northern California was impractically beautiful. Everywhere you looked there were trees and streams, waterfalls, mountains, the ocean... There was nowhere to look just to look, just to think.
He kept making her feel like it was safe to smile.
Because,’ he said, like both syllables hurt.
Levi’s eyebrows were pornographic.
His grandparents had a light on, on their front porch, and Eleanor’s face caught every bit of it. She looked like she should be married to the man in the moon.
Eleanor had never thought about killing herself – ever – but she thought a lot about stopping.