He was like a shooting star you tried to catch with your hands. She would only get burned.

Every Valentine's Day, the student council sponsered a holiday fundraiser by selling roses that would be delievered in class. The roses came in four colors:white, yellow, red, pink, and the subtleties of thier meaning were parsed and analyzed by the female population to no end. Mimi had always understood it thus:white for love, yellow for friendship, red for passion, and pink for a secret crush.

Tonight the world is yours, as am I.

sometimes, when the sun shines, it scorches.

A bad boy can be very good for a girl.

And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.

I'm tired of being your best friend. I'm tired of being second best. I won't settle for that anymore. It's all or nothing, Schuyler. You have to decide. Him or me. - Oliver Hazzard-Perry