Elise Allen

“Sometimes, but if you do it enough, it's harder to trip your gag reflex, which comes in very handy, if you know what I mean." I did know what she meant, but somehow juxtaposing it with vomiting made the whole thing highly unappealing.”

“What is wrong with you? ARe you the only guy in the universe who doesn't like a blow job?”

“Know what you get when you rearrange the letters in Nate Wetherill? HATE WILL ENTER.”

“I had always wondered why people closed their eyes when they kissed. Now I knew: they can't help it. The feeling is too overwhelming: the taste, the touch, the smell, even the sound. The sense of sight had to be excluded, or it wouldn't be possible to funciton.”

“It's our song," he murmured into my ear.”

“One of the cashiers had taken to calling out, "Hey, Clark!" as I came in and marking my exit with "It's a bird, it's a plane, it's SuperGoth!" This was not only tiresome but inaccurate. There's a huge difference between goth and emo, but I never had the time or energy to give him a tutorial.”

“Archer pressed a preset button on my car radio. An old Britney Spears song blared, and I sung along to every word, bopping in my seat. Archer just looked at me."Oh, come on!" I said. "Who doesn't sing along to Britney?”

“See?" I crowed. "I know what I'm doing. Two weeks, tops, and you'll be begging to dip your fries in my shake.""You think?" It took me about a second before I realized I'd done it again. My mouth seriously needed a chaperone.”

“I realized my hands were in my pockets. He couldn't hold one even if he wanted to. Not unless he actively dug it out, which would be weird. He probably thought I was sending him a specific message not to hold my hand.I took my hands out of my pockets.The problem is I like having my hands in my pockets. It's my natural position. They felt unwieldy hanging by my sides, as if I was walking like a Neanderthal. Why was I so bad at this?”