A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Texts.

Oliver Liked To Play The Part Of Disaffected Youth, But He Liked Shopping In Soho Even More.

He Was Standing Across The Street, Staring At Her With A Look Of Shock And Dismay. One Look In Oliver's Eyes And She Knew He Knew. But How? How Could He Have Known? The'd Been So Careful To Keep Their Love A Secret. The Grief Etched All Over His Face Was Too Much To Bear. Schuyler Felt The Words Catch In Her Throat As She Crossed The Stree To Stand In Front Of Him. "ollie...it's Not..." Oliver Shot Her A Look Of Pure Hatred, Turned On His Heel And Began To Run Away. "oliver, Please,let Me Explain.

And Kingsley Being Kingsley, He Smiled As He Pretended To Pull The Trigger.

Every Valentine's Day, The Student Council Sponsered A Holiday Fundraiser By Selling Roses That Would Be Delievered In Class. The Roses Came In Four Colors:white, Yellow, Red, Pink, And The Subtleties Of Thier Meaning Were Parsed And Analyzed By The Female Population To No End. Mimi Had Always Understood It Thus:white For Love, Yellow For Friendship, Red For Passion, And Pink For A Secret Crush.

It Is Good To Be Busy. Being Busy Takes Our Mind Off Being In Love At The Wrong Time, In The Wrong Place And With The Wrong Guy.