Boys suck. Even when they have perfect blue eyes and ridiculously cool trucks. Maybe especially then.

No worries.You go save the world.I'm gonna finish getting a cavity.

Yo soy carne muerta. Translation: I am dead meat.

This particular type of human carries weapons slightly more lethal than your beloved pink monstrosity

I think I might miss you, too. So few things left in this world to terrorize me and look pretty while doing it. Now get out of here and enjoy your eternity.” He glanced calculatingly at the gate once again, and I raised my hand in warning. “I can drain faster than you can run.

I thought I’d learn a few new words, but the men were too shocked to even swear this time.

I can’t see through clothes or anything. Just glamour skin. Except I can see through all of you, since your clothes aren’t real.” I stopped, horrified. “I mean, I don’t look—It’s hard to see you, and I like looking at your real face, but I don’t try to see anything, because—Oh gosh, this sounds terrible.” He had a funny look on his face, like he wasn’t sure what to think. “Huh. That’s never been an issue before. Maybe next time you could bring me some shorts.