My shoulders sagged. Really, is it too much to ask that I be able to come home from a long day of work and relax? Oh, no. I have to come home and read a bunch of letters written to the love of my life by his fiancรฉe, who, if I am correct, had him killed a hundred and fifty years ago. Then, as if that is not bad enough, he wants me to explain the Vietnam War.
Meg CabotI actually love writing for teens best. I had such an awful time in my own teen years - I love having the chance to relive them through my fiction.
Meg CabotWe kissed all the way through the fireworks display. We didnโt even notice that there was a fireworks displayโฆ โฆI guess because weโd been making fireworks of our own.
Meg CabotYou and me?โ I let out a stunned bark of laughter. โThere is no you and me.โ โThatโs what you think,โ Chaz says, tugging on his coat. โAnd Iโll be damned if Iโm going to wait around until you figure out that isnโt true.โ โFine,โ I say โIโm not asking you to, am I?โ โNo.โ Chaz is smilingโฆ but not like heโs happy. โBut you would if you had the slightest idea what was good for you.โ And with that, he yanks open the door and storms through it, slamming it closed behind him with enough force to cause the windowpanes to rattle. And then heโs gone.
Meg Cabot