I wasn't very happy in high school: it was a confusing and sort of sad time for me.

How weird was it that so many bits and pieces, all diverse, could make something whole. Something with potential. 'Perfect.

'So,' he said as we turned onto the main road, the muffler rattling, 'I've been thinking.' 'Yeah?' He nodded. 'You really need to go out with me.' I blinked. 'I'm sorry?' 'You know. You, me. A restaurant or movie. Together.' He glanced over, shifting gears. 'Maybe it's a new concept for you? If so, I'll be happy to walk you through it.' 'You want to take me to a movie?' I asked. 'Well, not really,' he said. 'What I really want is for you to be my girlfriend. But I though saying that might scare you off.'

It sounded stupid, but of course everything does when you're just getting the bare bones facts, only the basics.

People get mad Annabel. Its not the end of the world.

Oh for God's sake,' Heather said, 'I wish you two would just go out, fail miserably as a couple, and get it over with.

The best gifts come from the heart, not the store.