And then they kiss. Slowly, gently. Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.

It's the intent, not the word, that makes something harsh.

Go force your condescending man-logic on the next house. You can go now.

Janie blinks and leans against the wall, just in case. But it's no one's dream. It's just the end of some things. And the beginning of others.

Cabel gives her a quizzical look. "I am totally not getting enough attention here.

...she's leaving now. ... Janis attacks the back door of the school gym and finds herself in a heavy cloud of smoke. She realizes she's found the Goths' hangout. Who knew? "Oof," someone says. She keeps walking, muttering, "sorry" to whomever it was she hit with the flying door. *** Cabel: ... That was the Goth stage where I decided I'd never get the girl of my dreams because of my scars. Not to mention the hairstyle. (pause) But then she slammed a door handle into my gut. And, when a girl does that to a boy, it means she likes him.

If you want to touch me, Kendall, touch me. Don't hide behind those little girl slaps.