Well, I Guess I Can Wait Two

He Smiled, And It Lit Up His Whole Face.

I Loved You And You Destroyed Me. You Took My Heart And Ripped It Up. You Might As Well Have Staked Me.

Right," I Scoffed, "alpha Yam Ergo." Adrian Nodded Solemnly. "a Very Old And Prestigious Society." "i've Never Heard Of Them," Said The Girl Who'd Claimed The First Shirt. "they Don't Let Many People In," He Said. In White Paint, He Wrote His Fake Fraternity's Initials: Aye. "isn't That What Pirates Say?" Asked One Of The Girls. "well, The Alpha Yams Have Nautical Origins," He Explained. To My Horror He Began Painting A Pirate Skeleton Riding A Motorcycle. "oh, No," I Groaned. "not The Tattoo." "it's Our Logo," He Said.

He Didn't See Me Looking At Him, But I Could Tell The Ceremony Was Having The Same Effect On Him. He Was Enraptured. It Was A Rare And Sweet Look For Him, Reminding Me Of The Tortured Artist That Lived Beneath The Sarcasm. I Liked That About Adrian—not The Tortured Part, But The Way He Could Feel So Deeply And Then Transform Those Emotions Into Art.

He Exhaled Loudly And Raked A Hand Through The Sable Brown Hair He Always Kept Stylishly Messy. "look, Rose. You Don’t Have To Keep Up With The Hard-to-get Thing. You’ve Already Got Me.