High School Popularity Is So Fickle.

Fine. Everybody Wears Seatbelts. No Radio. No Distractions.” Ben Shot Hi A Stern Look. “no Running Commentary.” “your Loss,” Hi Said. “to The Pimp Ride!

You'll Start Talking, And Pretty Soon We'll All Start Nodding, And Then The Next Thing You Know, I'm Hang Gliding Off The Eiffel Tower At Night, Being Chased By Ninja Vampires

Ben Locked His Eyes On Mine For A Long Moment. Then, “how?” “how Do You Think?” I Smiled, Then Slapped Him Full Across The Face

I Hated Myself For Needing Him At Such Times, For Craving His Strength Whenever I Felt Upset.

I Tend To Watch A Lot Of Movies At Home. It's Nice To Be Close To The Refrigerator With My Pyjamas On And Just Relax.