Why should I tell you?" he asked, with no small amount of petulance. "If you tell me, I will leave you alone," I said. "And if you don't tell me, I'm going to grab the nearest ghostwritten James Patterson romance novel and I am going to follow you through this store reading it out loud until you relent." Now I could see the fright beneath the defiance.

Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.

There was no word in the dictionary adequate to describe the sensation other than sensational.

The mosh pit will reveal all the answers. The mosh pit never lies. -Norah, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

Do you still Kill Gerbils?

Friendship is love as much as any romance. And like any love, it’s difficult and treacherous and confusing. But in the moment when your knees touch, there’s nothing else you could ever want.

Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.