Eastlake High makes Buffy's hellmouth look like a crack in the sidewalk.

It's not the length of the word; it's how well you use it!

So, we wait until tomorrow night, and when you say the word, I cross over and haul you both out. Right? That's it?" "With any luck, yes." Luck? We were depending on luck? Nash is so screwed.

Alec rolled beautiful brown eyes. "No fair playing the death card." "No fair having it to play.

Together, we'd take crazy to a whole new level. ~Tod

I don't want to wear your dad's clothes. He hates me." "You'd rather wear mine?" Nash scowled.

And you still love Marc?" "More than I can even explain. He's my rock—strong and steady, and ready for anything. He knows what I need before I know it, and he pushes me to work harder, and look deeper, and be better. He challenges me, and infuriates me, and he lights me on fire, deep in my soul. And he has never, ever let me down. Sometimes it feels like he's the only thing keeping my heart beating. I love him so much that it feels like I'm dying a little bit every day that he won't smile at me. Or touch me.