She lifted her chin up and forced her forehead to relax. “I’m the Cool One,” she told herself. “Somebody give me some tequila because I’ll totally drink it. And there’s no way you’re going to find me later having a panic attack in your parents’ bathroom. Who wants to French-kiss?
There should be a word for a laugh that ends as soon as it starts. A laugh that’s more a syllable of surprise and acknowledgment than it is anything else.
So you haven’t read the books.” “I’m not really a book person.” “That might be the most idiotic thing you’ve ever said to me.
Because he didn’t laugh when he thought something was funny – he laughed when he was happy.
You look like you, he said, you with the volume turned up.
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.