“I fight the urge to stand on my tip toes to reach his lips. Because my guess is that cramming my tongue down his throat right now, would be creepy”

“Would that be okay? It's just a day trip. I mean I know we just met yesterday, so, it's not like creepy or anything?" His confident grin falters for a quick second, long enough for me to snap out of my idiotic stupor.That sounds awesome. I nod. Let me just grab my bag.He lets out a relieved sigh and smiles. I fight the urge to stand on my tip toes and reach his lips. Because my guess is that cramming my tongue down his throat right now, would be creepy.”

“When she left, it was like someone had ripped my heart out, crumbled it up like a flimsy piece of loose leaf paper and crammed it back into my chest. It somehow managed to work, but it would never, ever feel the same.”

“No way, that would kill my diet for the week. I don't know how you can stand to eat so unhealthy, Quinn. Just consider it an amuse-biatch.”

“Part of me aches to touch her now that she's so close. But the other part, the logical part, wants to coast myself in Teflon, because I know that her being here, no matter what her reasons, is going to seriously fuck with my world.”

“I try to smile at her, but I can't extend my flexibility training to my mouth, it just won't move.”

“She's my best friend, and I know she means well, but as she talks I'm mentally calculating all the ways I could silence her. I'm bigger than her... I wonder if I could use my straw for some sort of MacGyver inspired weapon.”