Mostly I Dream About Being With You

Is It Really Sick For Me To Be Happy Right Now?" I Asked. My Voice Broke Twice. He Didn't Push Me Away. He Pulled Me Tight Against His Ice-hard Chest, So Tight It Was Hard To Breathe, Even With My Lungs Securely Intact. "i Know Exactly What You Mean," He Whispered. "but We Have Lot Of Reasons To Be Happy. For One, We're Alive." "yes," I Agreed. "that's A Good One." "and Together," He Breathed. His Breath Was So Sweet It Made My Head Swim.

I Told You I Didn't Want To Fight With Charlie." "nobody Said That You Had To." I Glowered At Him. "i Can't Help Myself When He Gets All Bossy Like That―my Natural Teenage Instincts Overpower Me.

Listen Up, Wanda. I Know Exactly What You Don't Want To Be. But We're Human, And We're Selfish, And We Don't Always Do The Right Thing. We Aren't Going To Let You Go. Deal With It.

I Can Always Make Things Longer Than I Intend For Them To Be, But Cutting Things Down Is Just Brutal. It's Like Cutting Off Your Fingers Every Time You Lose A Word.

So It’s Still Standing?” He Managed To Get Out Between His Snickers. “i Would’ve Thought You Two Had Knocked It To Rubble By Now. What Were You Doing Last Night? Discussing The National Debt?” Emmett Howled With Laughter.