If I fall and break my neck, will you say something nice at my funeral?" "Like 'Kyler was usually more graceful?

Oh, honey, if he swung batter-batter for my team, I'd be all over that in a heartbeat.

Pens?" Chase echoed. Bridget rolled her eyes. "Pens are by far more stimulating than most people." "I'm kind of wondering what you're going with those pens," Chase said Madison scrunched up her nose. "Get your mind out of the gutter." "My mind is always in the gutter around you.

What are you up to?” “Oh, you know, mischief and mayhem,” he replied. “That so reminds me of Harry Potter,” Brit said, sighing. “I need a re-read.” We all turned to her. Two bright spots appeared in her cheeks as she tossed her blonde hair back. “What? I’m not ashamed to admit that random things remind me of Harry Potter.

Easy for you to say. You’re the one who got plowed. I was doing the plowing.

It’s okay. I’m used to people not wanting me at their parties.” I pushed to my feet. The stars seemed to twirl a bit with the movement. “No big deal.

I want to be here with you, Avery. You don't have to worry about impressing me or wowing me. You've already done that.