Here is another marvy glimpse into the gothic basement that I call my mind.

Heathcliff. The "hero" of Wuthering Heights. Although no one knows why. He's mean, moody, and possibly a bit on the pongy side. Cathy loves him, though. She shows this by viciously rejecting him and marrying someone else for a laugh. Still, that is true love on the moors for you.

Rosie laughed in a not too reassuring way if you like sane laughter.

I put my arm around her and said, "Jas, I have found that when you are troubled, it is often better to think of others rather than yourself. I think you would feel much better if you got me some milky coffee and jammy dodgers and I told you all about me.

I like the idea that I can talk to any teenage girls. You know, in a language that makes sense to them.

This is the first day of the rest of my life. So why is my hair sticking up like a cockerel?

He had everything a dream boy should have. Back, front, sides, Everything. A head.