You can think whatever you want, do whatever you want. I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless.

"Jerks," I muttered. Then I brightened. "Oh, hey. Doughnuts."

Immortals are, by definition, immortal. End of story.

Doug returned five minutes later and shook his head. "Sorry kid. She's single, but she doesn't think you're her type. She's into the Goth and vampire scene. You're too mainstream for her." I was sipping a glass of water and nearly choked on it. "That," said Peter, as soon as Doug was gone, "is what we call irony." "How is that possible?" exclaimed Cody. "I am a vampire. I should be exactly what she wants." "Yeah, but you don't look like one," I said. If Gabrielle had been a Trekkie, he might have had a shot tonight.

Wasn’t that kind of the basis of passion? I didn’t know that either. The only thing I knew for sure was that this kiss had been a lot like the last one. Nice, but it didn’t blow me away. My heart sank. There was something wrong with me. Everyone was always going on about how socially inept I was. Did it extend to romance as well? Was I so cold that I’d spend my life never feeling anything?

Life, unfortunately, doesnʹt seem to care what we want. Act now while you can actually stop it from being a disaster.

ARE YOU CRAZY?" I ASKED. He gave me the same wordless look he always did when I asked that question.