Sydney, This Is The Kind Of Shirt

Relax, Jailbait," Said Avery. "a Drunken Kiss Is Nothing Compared To A Drunken Fall. God Knows I've Kissed Plenty Of Guys Drunk." "and Yet, I Remain Unkissed Tonight," Mused Adrian.

He Used To Talk To Me About Russia All The Time And Had Sworn Up And Down That I'd Love It Here. "to You, It'd Be Like A Fairy Tale," He'd Told Me. "sorry, Comrade. Borg And Out-of-date Music Aren't Part Of Any Happy Ending I've Ever Imagined." "borscht, Not Borg. And I've Seen Your Appetite. If You Were Hungry Enough, You'd Eat It." "so Starvation's Necessary For This Fairy Tale To Work Out?

Vampires. Honestly, They're Like Children Sometimes.

Something Clenched In My Chest, And For A Moment, The Whole World Narrowed Down To The Green Of His Eyes.

I'm Sorry." "be Sorry You Lied," He Said, Pressing A Kiss To My Forehead. "don't Be Sorry You Loved Him. That's Part Of You, Part You Have To Let Go, Yeah, But Still Something That's Made You Who You Are.