Do you have a sleeping bag?” I stared at him. “No. I lost it in the great salt-dip of ’06.

Just so you know, I’ve trusted you since camp.

Oh for the sweet humpin' love of Tink! ~ Jenks

I hate it when she tabs a line," Ivy whispered to Kisten in the corner. "You ever see anything freakier than that?" "You should see the face she makes when she—" "Shut up, Kist!" I exclaimed, my eyes flashing open to find him grinning at me.

But I knew Nick. He was too ugly to die.

I meant I’m not afraid of love being difficult. If it was easy, then everyone would find it.

Maybe if I didn't say anything about what happened, we could get back to the way we were. Ignoring a problem was a perfectly acceptable way to deal with it, as long as both people agree never to bring it up again.