Movie at Nicks House with friends
"Intervention"
Bump into Brandon
"You do understand what clean means don't you?" She glared at him with ...
"Yes mother" he said hurrying away from the office door, "its in the dictionary right under Obsessive Compulsive"
"I heard that Nicholas"
"I love you mom" he shouted back over his shoulder as they rounded the corner.
Meet Brandon at school
QB "He looks like fun"
Museum
Foot steps make their way across the previously empty room, coming to a stop right behind me. I turn around to find Brandon gazing at the Turner Painting.
"Are you stalking me?" I blurt out. Silently calling myself all different kinds of stupid.
His mouth quirks up at the corner, and he points to the Guide pin on his chest.
"Yes, and I bought this pin in the gift shop as a disguise."
"Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt," I told him turning back to the Turner.
Mid-Terms
Paint Bedroom
"You will probably ruin your clothes"
"Probably, but I have more."
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"There have been days when our friendship was the only thing standing in the way of my jealousy"
"Wow. Nice bike, " I said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.
Grief was like that. It gradually faded into a dull ache, until some simple sight or sound or scent hit me like a hammer blow.
His face was creased and lined by long years of sun and weather, and there were crinkles at the corners of his eyes that said he had smiled at some time in the past. He wasn’t smiling now.
“Don’t talk down to me.”
“Well, I could hardly talk up to you. You’re too short.”
“If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you’d have died in childhood,”
‘I am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass,’ but they don’t say anything because they’re Wolverine and Magneto and it would mess up their vibe to explain.”
“I met Napoleon once,” said Erin. “We didn’t have an affair, though. He was shockingly prudish for a Frenchman.”
Only when I heard her bedroom door open and close did I give in to my beast instincts and do a wild animal dance around the room.
“And if you come back using words like ‘queue’ or ‘lorry,’ I’ll be very upset.”
it is way too early to be using words like ‘ergo.’
Thanks to the humidity, my hair felt like it had tripled in size. I could feel it trying to devour my sunglasses like some sort of carnivorous jungle plant.
I played as if I were alone in the world and had only this gift to pour into the heartbreaking emptiness.
“That wasn’t berating you,” I said darkly, even as she savored their passage over velvety land and watched the brilliant stars overhead. “When I berate you, you’ll know it.”
