He Is Beauty, Inside And Out. He

The Boy Who Walks In The Light.

Idiotic Reply, June. Why Don't You Punch Him In The Face While You're At It. I Turn Even More Flustered When I Remember That I Have Actually Pistol-whipped Him In The Face Before. Romantic

My Mother Used To Hope That I Would Rise Up From My Humble Roots. Become Someone Sucessful, Or Even Famous. I'm Famous All Right, But I Don't Think It's What She Had In Mind.

Then He Crouches Down Behind It, Motions For Tess And Me To Sit Down, And Begins Unbuttoning His Vest. I Blush Scarlet And Thank Every God In The World For The Darkness Surrounding Us. “i’m Not Cold And I’m Not Bleeding,” I Say To Him. “keep Your Clothes On.” The Boy Looks At Me. I Would’ve Expected His Bright Eyes To Look Dimmer In The Night, But Instead They Seem To Reflect The Light Coming From The Windows Above Us. He’s Amused. “who Said Anything About You , Sweetheart?

Be True To Yourself. But That's Something Everyone Says And No One Means. No One Wants You To Be Yourself. They Want You To Be The Version Of Yourself That They Like.