“I wasn't used to guys making me blush, and I wasn't sure why he even was making me blush.”
“I hoped I wasn't blushing. It was bad enough I had to depend on my mom to drive me to my battles.”
“Stop it, Mom, you're making me blush.”
“Sunburns are so embarrassing that they always make me blush all over.”
“But you could conceivably be attracted to me. Theoretically.”“But then again. Maybe not. Your eyes, I mean. Because, of course, you’re a homicidal maniac.”“Stop, you’ll make me blush.”“With a sense of humor that makes you even more disturbing.”
“It all made me realize I wasn't the only one who wasn't sure they belonged. There was no one right way to fit in--it seemed like everyone was finding their own place, even if that place was on the edge of things. Still, there had to be ways to make it easier.”