Maggie squeezes my hand. It’s a silent message that everything will be okay. Somehow I believe her. In the end everything will be okay. But hurdles have to be jumped through first.
Get a grip, Dad. I'm not going to do anything you wouldn't do at my age.' He stands up and says, 'That's it. You're canceling this date.
Is anyone human actually normal? I'm beginning to think being normal is actually abnormal.
I keep my expectations low, so nobody disappoints me." "Yeah, well, I have high expectations." I look toward Miranda. "I guess my friends do, too." "Expectations make people miserable, so whatever yours are, lower them. You'll definitely be happier.
Sometimes I wish there were do over years or fast forward days
Trust me, he whispers against my lips. Maggie, you're my paradise.
I'm standing here, holding a half a lemon in my hand. I'm speechless, I'm excited . . . I'm a wreck. Caleb wants to be where I am.
were you sleeping?" He chuckles. "Not by a long shot. I was just tryin' to convince myself not to make a move on you.
I've never seen anythin' sexier in my life, and she's not even naked yet.
Truth is, it's a relief to finally put my life in the hands of someone I trust.
He has no clue that I have the patience of a saint. At least that's what Carlos says, although that isn't saying much, considering his fuse is about as short as an eyelash.
Now I understand all those chick flicks I made fun of. 'Cause now I'm the sappy dork willing to risk it all for the girl. Estoy enamorado...I'm in love.
I love you because you’re the only person I want to make love to without any conditions and—and I love that you need me.
Listen, I didn't ask for a face and body girls find attractive. But thanks to the mixture of my parents' DNA, I've got them, and I'm not ashamed to use 'em. Having a face Adonis would admire is one of the few advantages I've been given in life, and I use it to it's full potential whether it's for good or evil.
Paco Fuentes, " Mrs. Peterson says, pointing to the table behind Mary. The handsome young man with pale blue eyes like his mother's and smoky black hair like his father's takes his assigned seat.
And for those of you who want to start any trouble, I have a zero tolerance policy. . . .
Do I hear a challenge?” she whispers, “Oh, Carlos. You know I can’t resist a challenge.
Want to get in trouble with me, Carlos?
Mr. Latino with the big ego got bested by a ditzy, blond bimbo.
A garter. You’re supposed to take it off and keep it as a memento. K-k-kinda like a trophy for going far sexually with a girl. It’s stupid, really. And kind of d-d-degrading if I think about it too m-m-much.” “I know what it is,” he says, amusement evident in his voice. “I just wanted to hear your explanation.
Do you ever lose the ego?” Westford asks me. “Yeah.” When his daughter kisses me, my ego flies out the window.
That’s not the only reason I’m stayin’, chica. I can’t leave you any more than I could walk out that door right now while my leg is busted up. I was just thinkin’ . . . should we tell your parents now or later?” “Tell them what?” I ask, eyes wide. He kisses me softly, then says proudly, “That we’re in a serious, monogamous, committed relationship.” “We are?” “Sí. And when I get out of here, I’m gonna fix the door to your car.
And I’m yours,” I tell him. “Forever and always and then some.
Unfortunately, there are no guarentees in life.
Football players are misunderstood. They arent the dumb jocks people think they are.
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