You guys are weird," Tori said. Simon sat on the crate beside me. "That's right. We are totally weird and completely uncool. Your popularity is plummeting just by being near us.

He was tall and scrawny with a face that could be mistaken with Keith Richards on a bad day.

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

Maturity is highly overrated.

He pivoted, gaze following me as I crossed to the shower and turned on the cold water, so it would drown out our conversation without steaming up the room. Great," he muttered."Now they're going to think we're showering together. Maybe we can just tell them we were washing off the crawl space dirt and trying to conserve water.

Love and hate. Same passion. Same impulse

One second he was in my face, making me feel stupid and useless. The next he was like this: hovering, concerned, worried.