You’re A Terrible Liar, Sage, But I’m

Brayden Met My Eyes. His Were Hazel, Almost Like Eddie’s But With A Little Green. Not As Much Green As Adrian’s, Of Course. No One’s Eyes Were That Amazingly Green.

What, Are You Doing? Aside From Getting Your Sandwich Cold." "i’m Making A Snow Angel. Don’t You Know What That Is?" "yes, I Know. But Why? You Must Be Freezing." "not So Much, Actually. My Face Is A Little, I Guess.

You Know, You Still Owe Me Pancakes. I Think I Could Go For…apple Cinnamon Ones Now. “ “apple Cinnamon? You Sure Are Demanding.” “it’s All Right. I Think You’re Man Enough For It.” “thetis, If I Actually Believed You Had Either Apples Or Cinnamon In Your Kitchen, I’d Make Them For You Right Now.” I Didn’t Answer. I Was Pretty Sure I Had Some Year-old Apple Jacks, But That Was About It.

Not At All. I'm Saying There's A Fire In You That Drives Everything You Do, That Makes You Need To Better The World And Those You Love. To Stand Up For Those You Can't. It's One Of The Wonderful Things About You.'' ''only One, Huh?'' I Spoke Lightly, But His Words Had Thrilled Me. He'd Meant What He Said About Thinking Those Were Wonderful Traits, And Feeling His Pride In Me Meant More Than Anything Just Then.

His Eyes, I’d Long Since Discovered, Could Be As Eloquent And Expressive As His Pen. The Messages They Sent Me Now Hardly Seemed Decent For A Public Setting.