We're Pieces On A Gameboard, Dr. March,

Adrian Suddenly Made An Abrupt Turn Onto A Side Street We'd Nearly Driven Past. I Jerked Upright As He Clipped The Curb. "what Are You Doing? Think About Your Tires!

I Love Pity Parties. I Wish I'd Brought Hats.

My Name's Jet Steele.

Your Boyfriend And Micah Will Both Be Speechless." I Unfastened My Seatbelt. "that's The Third Time I've Heard 'your Boyfriend.' What's Going On About That? Why Won't Anyone Say Brayden's Name?" Neither Of Them Answered Right Away. Finally, Jill Said Sheepishly, "because None Of Us Can Remember It." "oh, Come On! I'd Expect That From Adrian But Not You Guys. It's Not That Weird Of A Name." "no," Admitted Eddie. "but There's Just Something So...i Don't Know. Unmemorable About Him. I'm Glad He Makes You Happy, But I Just Start To Tune Out Whenever He Talks.

Fiery And Sweet, All At The Same Time. A Flame In The Dark, Lighting My Way.