So, we’ve got a problem,” I said. “What?” Lend yelled. “We’ve got a problem!” I shouted. “No, I heard that. I mean, what’s the problem now?

You know, they say when someone keeps making excuses to say your name it means they like you.

I start at the beginning, mentally screaming every obscenity I can in alphabetical order. Then I start setting them to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat

I can't seem to keep my heart from leaking out of the cracks, like sand clutched in a fist.

He's just a little unbalanced and lonely." He put his arms around my waist, frowning. "Can't he be lonely and unbalanced around someone else's girlfriend?" "I'll suggest it.

Wait, so am I allowed to put my shirt back on? Or did you want me to remove my pants, too?

Their smiles are lies. Most smiles are.