“Every instinct in me wants to text someone OMG, I've lost my phone! but how can I do that without a bloody phone?”

“I've never felt so bereft and panicky. What do I do without my phone? How do I function? My hand keeps automatically reaching for my phone in its usual place in my pocket. Every instinct in me wants to text someone, 'OMG, I've lost my phone!' but how can do that without a bloody phone?”

“luckily, tiny texts me every five minutes or so. i don't know how he does it without getting caught in class. maybe he hides the phone in the folds of his stomach or something.”

“I flipped open my phone and sent Daniel a text: I love you.As I crawled into bed, my phone beeped with a message back from him: Always.”

“The phone in my hand buzzed. Logan had just texted I Love You - so cute how he never abbreviated it.”

“I'm sure it (not spoken-'it' stands for the Blackberry phone) has texting because it can do everything but get up and dance.”