What I told you before is still true. I want to know that when you're with me, it's because you want to be, not because you have to be.

I don't really like fairies.

Princess." He smiled up at me, but it was weak. "If i'd known that this is what it would take to get you to hold me, I would've collapsed a long time ago.

And I'm stuck in it with no way out. I love you, and I can't stop, and you don't even care!

Can I cut off your head?" "Are you asking for my permission?

I need to call Matt and let him know I'm okay," I said. Finn held the passenger door open while I got inside. As soon as he got in the driver's seat, I turned to him. "Well? Can I call him?" "You really want to?" Finn asked as he started the car. "Yes, of course I do! Why is that so suprising?

Yeah, you're probably right," I admitted and slowly pulled myself out from underneath the covers. "You know, I really wish you'd catch onto the fact that I'm always right.