We just hide from the people we love. Sad, isn't it?

Life's hard, Love's harder.

I personally think the downside of being able to change into anything is the fear that you don't know who you really are.

Be forewarned,' the vamp said, 'if I learn that there's anything romantic happening here, I'm sending him packing...less a few body parts.' Kylie's mouth dropped open. 'Romantic? Oh, please, he's old. He's as old as you.' Burnett's brow creased. 'Which is my point.' His frown deepened. 'Not that I'm *that* old.

Friday morning, Kylie, Miranda, and Della, each carting suitcases, walked the trail to meet up with their parents. They walked slowly, like condemned prisoners moving to their executions. “I’m going to be peeing on a drug test stick every hour,” Della muttered. Miranda sighed. “I’m going to screw up at my competition and my mom is going to give me up for adoption.” “I’m going to a ghost hunt,” Kylie added. Both girls looked at her. “Don’t ask.

Derek's the nicest guy I know. He would never...you know." "He better not...you know!" Hayden bit out.

Thanks, but that's not going to fix anything. It's like putting a Band-Aid on a bullet wound.