C.C. Hunter

“John rose to his feet and apologized to Holiday.Her mom seethed.Her dad tried to talk to her seething mom. Holiday tried to touch everyone.Burnett continued to glare green daggers at John, proving how hard it was for a vampire to accept an apology. Not that she blamed him. Kill him. Kill him. She cheered the vampire on.Lucas hadn't stopped scowling at Derek and Derek hadn't stopped ignoring Lucas.”

“Why was it that boys said girls were so hard to understand when she hadn't known a single guy who hadn't confused her to the point of screaming?”

“I'm find," her voice squeaked out. Remembering the maggots-and not one hundred percent sure the ghost had taken them with her-Kylie leapt up, yanked the covers off the bed, and tossed them on the floor, she backed away from the pile of bedding."Yeah. You look just fine," Della said sarcastically.Kylie jumped from foot to foot and brushed off imaginary maggots that she felt crawling on her skin.Della stood there in Mickey Mouse pajamas, staring at her as if she didn't' know whether to laugh or run.Kylie stopped dancing and tried to breathe normally. "If I die, promise me I'll be cremated."Della frowned. "Die?""Not that I'm planning to die anytime soon." She gave her arm one more swipe. "But still."Della shook her head. "I don't know why you pretend you're okay.”

“I'm so glad you're back. We need you here. I mean...Burnett's okay, but...he's not you."Holiday arched a brow. "I hear he wasn't even himself for a while there."Miranda frowned. "He told you about the whole kangaroo thing, didn't he.""Yeah," Holiday said, and her brows tightened. "And I must say, I'm very disappointed with you, Miranda" she reached out and gripped Miranda's hand. "The next time you turn him into anything, do it when I'm here to enjoy it." -Taken at Dusk”

“That’s the tricky thing about love. It walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and smells like a duck. But after you sleep with it a month or so, or get dumped at the altar by it, it starts smelling more like a skunk.”

“Why does ice cream go with a broken heart?” Kylie asked. “Because if you eat enough of it, it freezes the heart and numbs the pain for a bit,”

“Being committed or loyal to someone doesn’t mean you won’t ever be attracted to someone else. It means you won’t physically act upon the attraction.”

“Whatever you are, whatever gifts you end up getting, you’ll find that time will make those changes less scary as well.”

“When we care about people, we sometimes overstep our grounds.”

“God won’t give you more than you can handle.’” Holiday chuckled. “And we just wish He didn’t trust us so much, right?”

“You will be what you are, and whatever it is, you will be fine. Everyone has to accept that and love you for who you are; it doesn’t really matter where your heritage comes from”

“She couldn’t help wondering if that was how one made the decision to forgive or not. If letting go hurt more than accepting someone’s mistakes.”

“You couldn't always control life, just your response to it.”

“Kylie bit down on her lip. Burnett took a step forward. He squared his shoulders, empathy filling his eyes. He took a deep, apparent heartfelt breath and looked at Kylie. She nodded at him as if giving him the lead. He looked back at Holiday and, in a deep voice, said, "Kylie has something to tell you."Kylie's mouth fell open and right then she knew it was official. Men sucked at verbal communication especially where anything emotional was concerned.”

“Sorry, When it walks like a saint, and quacks like a saint- It's a quacking saint.”

“There are no guarantees. Not with love or with life. But we can't go through life never taking a risk... Put our hearts out there. Take a chance with a boy. We might end up hurt, we might not.”

“Pretend it doesn't hurt, and hope like hell that one day it doesn't anymore.”

“Change his mind. Tell him you're sorry you grilled his shorts." That you're sorry you've got ice running through your veins .”

“Burnett wasn't fooled, that was aparent by his expression, but he didn't argue, either. Well, as long as one didn't call slamming the door an argument."Jerk" Holiday muttered."I can hear you" he retorted from the other side of the wall.”

“Kylie watched as his shirttail upward, exposing a very hard abdomen. The hem of his shirt inched higher, and she took in the cutest inny belly button she'd ever seen. And then his chest. Solid. Hard. A few drops of water glistened against his skin. Hear heart beat to the sound of passion again.”

“I think he likes you" Miranda Whispered. Realizing she and Derek had drawn attention, she glanced away. "He's probably just curious about me like everyone else" she whispered back. "Nope. He's hot for you" Della said, reminding Kylie of the supernatural hearing of some of the campers. "When he was sitting by you at lunch, he oozed so much testosterone that it was hard to breathe. He wants your body" Della teased. "Well, he's not getting it" Kylie said.”

“Go out with me tomorow night," Perry went on. "Let me prove to you that I'm the guy you want.""I...I guess I coul go out tomorrow night," Miranda sounded shocked and a little swept off her feet.Then, from the corner of her eyes. Kylie saw something move at the office window. When she looked back, she spotted Burnett and Holiday standing there high-fiving each other. No doubt Burnett was listening to the coversation and sharing the details with Holiday.Perry nodded, stepped closer, and then pressed a quick kiss on Miranda's cheek. It had to be the most romantic thing Kylie had ever seen. ..."What?" Miranda asked. "You're happy my date [with Todd] wasn't exciting?" "No," Kylie said. "Let's just say we're more excited about tomorrow night's date."A bright smile lit up Miranda's face. "Me too. Can you believ Perry did that? I mean, he was so...""Romantic," Kylie said."Hot," Della added."Sweet," Miranda whispered. "I couldn't stop thinkibng about him all night."And that was the best news Kylie had gotten all day.”

“Okay... My name is Ellie Mason and I have a feeling you don't like me." Kylie stopped and swerved around... "Okay, let's get something out in the open. I know you had sex with Derek." "Damn!" Perry said, and grinned. "This is gonna be better than I thought.”

“Thanks, but that's not going to fix anything. It's like putting a Band-Aid on a bullet wound.”

“Maybe I'm a supernatural retard.”

“What you are doesn't matter. Because what you are isn't going to change who you are.”

“Life isn't supposed to be easy. Generally speaking, the harder something is the more rewarding the results will be.”

“When he didn't answer, she didn't know if it was because he couldn't or if he was back to not talking to her. Back to pushing her out of his life.Men! Why was it that boys said girls were so hard to understand, when she hadn't known a single guy who hadn't confused her to the point of screaming?”

“Taking a deep breath that smelled of rain, she was poised to move when a hand clasped her elbow. Memories of another hand grabbing her sent panic shooting through her veins.She swung around."Whoa. You okay?" Lucas lightened his clasp around her arm.Kylie caught her breath and stared up at the werewolf's blue eyes. "Yeah. You just...surprised me. You need to whistle when you come up on me.”

“Born at Midnight - “Personally for me, wearing a thong is like flossing your ass”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Perry. Life’s hard. Love’s harder”

“You gotta love an attentive vampire--Kylie”

“His eyes widened. Oh, hell, you think I'm going to let him bite me? No way. It's too risky and way too guy.”

“Kylie thought hell would be announcing a snow day before she agreed with anything her mom said. But right now, Kylie wondered how many inches they were predicting.”

“See,” he said playfully, and arched his eyebrows. “Admit it.” He moved in. His mouth ame so close to hers that she could practically feel it moving when he spoke. “Admit what?” She put a little tease in her own voice, hoping she drove him crazy as he drove her. “Admit that you like my kisses and yes to going out with me”

“When it walks like a saint, and quacks like a saint- it's a quacking saint."-Della”

“When one door closes, find another."Kylie gazed back up. "And what if there isn't another door?""Then you try the window.""And if there's not a window?" Kylie asked."Then you find a sledgehammer and make a window.”

“Did you found something? asked she with hope. Yes, this until... Until what...? Until you stick your breasts on my back.And you realize that now I can't think about lions anymore!”

“Long story short, ghosts just coming out of the closet sucked at communication. Probably as bad as a beginner ghost whisperer sucked at getting them to communicate.”

“I mean, if your about to tell me something like I'm dead, that i need to start acquiring a taste for blood, and I can't even eat sushi, I wont be able to handle it. Or if you're going to tell me that I'm going to start howling at the moon, eating peoples cats, and will spend the rest of my life having to get waxed if I want to wear a bathing suit, then I don't think I can handle it, either. I like cats and I tried waxing once, and that hurt like a son of a gun." -Kylie”

“You told dad you didn't know what happened to his underwear. But You'd just flame-broiled his shorts on the grill.”

“Wow," Miranda said, "You'd better be careful Della. In the last few days, I think you've used up your vampire quota of apologies for the next ten years." "Kiss my apologetic ass!" Della snapped.”

“You're attracted to him," Kylie said. "And don't try to deny it. You've even admitted that much to me.""Okay, I won't deny that. He's got that whole hard body, vampire magnetism going for him. But when I was young, I had a crush on Big Bird. That wouldn't have worked out either.”

“Just because a guy rings your bell, doesn't mean you have to toot his horn.”

“She's a serial kisser. I think her parents are French.”

“She already had a headache-she didn't want to add 'get tortured' to today's to-do list.”

“Bite my ass Mr. James”

“A verbal ménage à trois,” Della said.“Gross,” Miranda said.“You wanna hear gross?” Della asked. “I just peed on my hand tryingto piss on this damned drug stick while talking on the phone to you.”Kylie laughed. “I miss you guys.” The sound of a toilet flushing filledthe line.“Oh, double gross,” Miranda snapped. “I told you not to flush while Iwas on the phone.”

“Wow,” Kylie muttered, and grinned.“Yeah, wow.” Della leaned in closer. “I think Perry just grew a pair.”Kylie bit down on her lip to keep from laughing. “If this was a movie,there would be some music playing in the background.”“I could sing,” Della chuckled.“And ruin it,” Kylie teased back. “I’ve heard you singing in theshower.” Both grinning, they looked back at the kissing couple.”

“Friday morning, Kylie, Miranda, and Della, each carting suitcases, walkedthe trail to meet up with their parents. They walked slowly, like condemned prisoners moving to their executions.“I’m going to be peeing on a drug test stick every hour,” Dellamuttered.Miranda sighed. “I’m going to screw up at my competition and mymom is going to give me up for adoption.”“I’m going to a ghost hunt,” Kylie added. Both girls looked at her.“Don’t ask.”