Rose Is In Red, But Never In

No," He Said, Voice Thick And Husky. His Fingers Dug Into The Chair's Arms. "you'd Better Not Get Too Close." I Stopped, Laughing Softly. "you Don't Strike Me As The Assaulting Type, Mortensen." "yeah, Well, There's A First Time For Everything.

Did You Hotwire This Car?" I Then Rephrased My Question. "did You Steal This Car?

Doug Returned Five Minutes Later And Shook His Head. "sorry Kid. She's Single, But She Doesn't Think You're Her Type. She's Into The Goth And Vampire Scene. You're Too Mainstream For Her." I Was Sipping A Glass Of Water And Nearly Choked On It. "that," Said Peter, As Soon As Doug Was Gone, "is What We Call Irony." "how Is That Possible?" Exclaimed Cody. "i Am A Vampire. I Should Be Exactly What She Wants." "yeah, But You Don't Look Like One," I Said. If Gabrielle Had Been A Trekkie, He Might Have Had A Shot Tonight.

The Only Thing True About What You Just Said Was The Storybook Damsel Part - And That Only Because You're Pretty Enough To Be One.

The Incident With Dawn Hadn't Been One Of My Finer Moments. I Honestly Hadn't Expected To Break Any Bones When I Shoved Her Into A Tree. Still, The Incident Had Given Me A Dangerous Reputation. The Story Had Gained Legendary Status, And I Liked To Imagine That It Was Still Being Told Around Campfires Late At Night. Judging By The Look On The Girl's Face, It Was.