It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me. Just that you do.

It seemed like this day could go in so many directions, like a spiderweb shooting out toward endless possibilities.

Who says there has to be a point?" He asked. "Or a reason. Maybe it's just something you have to do.

I bet you can't eat ten bananas!" "I bet you're right.

What you need, what you deserve, is a guy who adores you for what you are. Who doesn't see you as a project, but a prize. you know?

You, have this whole tall, dark stranger thing going on. Not to mention the tortured artist bit. And you, have that whole blonde cool and collected perfect smart thing going on. You're the boy all the girls want to rebel with. You, are the unattainable girl in homeroom who never gives a guy the time of day.

I'd learn that it's not just where you go, but how you choose to get there. So I pulled that sign off the green bike - ENJOY YOUR RIDE! - and went inside to take the first step toward doing just that.