I'm Always At Least Ten Minutes Early.

Half Condemn Him And Write Him Off As Useless Like Him Dad. The Other Half Just Shrug And Indulge Him And Say, ‘well, That’s Adrian.

I’ve Come To Ask You Where Seth Is.” "funny,” Said Andrea. “we Were Going To Ask You The Same Thing.” I Was Taken Aback. “how Would I Know?” They Both Just Stared. "i Don’t!

I Need It! I Need It! It's A Royal Heirloom!" "adrian?" "what Are You Doing Here?" "looking For You. Come On, We Need To Go. I'll Drive You Home." "no, I Can't. Not Until We Get It. He Stole It!

You Know, I Might Miss Some Of Your Witticisms When You’re Gone, But One Thing I Won’t Miss? Your Overwhelming Sense Of Melodrama And Despair. It’s Too Much Even For Me.

Adrian Shook His Head, Still Smiling. "i've Said Over And Over, I'd Do Anything For You. I Just Keep Hoping It'll Be Something Like, 'adrian, Let's Go Hot Tubbing' Or 'adrian, Take Me Out For Fondue.'" "well, Sometimes We Have To--did You Say Fondue?" Sometimes It Was Impossible To Follow Adrian's Train Of Thought. "why In The World Would I Ever Say That?" He Shrugged. "i Like Fondue.