The question was: Will you meet me tomorrow? And the word was: Yes.

I’ve been trying so hard not to think his name, not to even breathe the idea of him

That's my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it's late, dark, and so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat. It's times like that when I'm sure that I'm in love.

When we get out of highschool we'll look back and know we did everything right, that we kissed the cutest boys and went to the best parties, got in just enough trouble, listened to our music too loud, smoked too many cigarettes, and drank too much and laughed too much and listened too little, or not al all.

i feel like a curtain has dropped away and i'm seeing people for who they really are, different, and sharp, and unknowable.

The kidnapping, the kiss. I brought him here, after all. I rescue him an pulled him into this new life, a life of freedom and feeling.

It's funny how you can know your friends so well, but you still end up playing the same games with them.