Earthquakes just happen. Tornadoes just happen. Your tongue does not just happen to fall into some other girls mouth!
I'll go," he said. "And that's safer because?" "I'm a guy." "Right, and having a pair of dingle balls makes you invincible how?
That craptastical, gutless, son-of-a-cactus-humping butt monkey!!
I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I lied, I like your Star Wars sheets, you're not that bad of a driver, and I swear on my Very Cherry lip gloss that I will never lie to you again.
Caw! Caw, Hartley, caw!" Chase narrowed his eyes again. "Sam?" I nodded. Then crossed to the window again and called down to Sam. "You can quit squawking. He caught me.
I had to admit it was adorable. You know, in a unicorns-farting-out-rainbows kind of way that made me want to hurl.
She went in the pool," she finished for me. "Ohmigod. She was killed while tweeting. It was Twittercide!
I need to be casual but not too casual. Dressy but not too dressy. I need him to think I just threw on the first thing I found and that I'm not taking this too seriously or overthinking it or even that I was thinking about it at all. Because I'm not....
