I am the ocean we lived on for two months. I am empty. I am nothing.

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

If I ever saw him again,he was going to get a proper introduction to Tasey.

In the interest of not pissing you off anymore tonight, let's not select that particular playlist.

In this room I have picked which gun was unloaded out of ten options. And then they pulled the trigger on me. I have picked stocks that went on to skyrocket. I have picked which pencil I would shove into Ms. Robertson’s ear until she kicked me out for thinking about it.

He scowled at me."You aren't any fun." "Party pooper extraordinaire,that's me.

Are you okay?" I sighed,my sodden coat chilling me to the bone. "Peachy.Made a new friend." He pulled me up by the hand,unzipping my coat and yanking it off me. "Shirt,too,please." "No!" "It's only fair. I seem to recall you making me strip the first time we met.