Her joy with him was like nothing she had ever experienced. His love for her felt like a miracle.

Hey, does my stupidity give you the right to bruise a tender heart?" "Yeah, yeah. I'm bruising a heart made of Play-Doh.

Nick? Nick Hurley?" I asked, laughing. He took back his hat. "You'll be sorry to hear I don't make gross faces as much as I used to. Now I'd rather smile at girls." "I noticed" He waved his hat around as if he was trying to dry it, his green eyes sparkling at me, as full of fun and trouble as when he was in elementary school. I realxed.

You fell in love with me?

Don't worry," I repiled, "I usually don't argue with the voices.

Creativity is no excuse for obnoxious behavior

dreams are shadows cast by truth shining on our darkest secrets