His cheek twitched. With Jeremy, this was the equivalent of an emotional outburst.

Wow. The guy can make me feel stupid even when he's telling me I don't have to let him make me feel stupid.

I grew up writing about the paranormal, and I blame too many Saturday mornings watching Scooby Doo.

I let her through. She checked Derek's pulse and his breathing, saying both seemed okay, then leaned down to his face. "Nothing weird on his breath. Smells . . . like toothpaste." Derek's eyes opened, and the first thing he saw was Tori's face inches from his. He jumped and let out an oath. Simon cracked up. I madly motioned for him to be quiet. "Are you okay?" I asked Derek. "He is now," Simon said. "After Tori jump-started his heart.

Young writers need to be encouraged to write - just write - with no restrictions on form, style or content.

Why is it that every time a girl says a guy is bothering her, it's fluffed off with oh, he just likes you, as if that makes it okay?

There was no closing my eyes and sliding back into that blissful dream of normal. This was my normal now.