You own a piece of me," he murmurs as he holds me afterward. "Good," I tell him. "And just so you know… I'm never giving it back.

With someone you like that much, the lows are as low as the highs are high. Does that make sense?' It does. It also makes me sound bipolar.' Love will do that to a person.

Don’t try and make me feel better, Alex. I hate you.” “I hate you, too.

Gary, who's wearing a coral shirt and white pants, growls to look tough. It doesn't work.

Oh, and just so you know, before we go out to the field we all get into a huddle and yell 'Go Queers!' really loud.

I keep my expectations low, so nobody disappoints me." "Yeah, well, I have high expectations." I look toward Miranda. "I guess my friends do, too." "Expectations make people miserable, so whatever yours are, lower them. You'll definitely be happier.

I don't want to always be 'the best I can be.' I just want to be me.