“He shrugged happily. “Let’s make plaid, canvas and compasses my absolute trademarks. Dustin McHugh. All plaid. All canvas. All the time. And… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“Jenna still called it: ‘The Incident That Can Not be Named’. As in, Vere’s personal Voldemort.” — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“Mr. Roth. The Devil is holding your daughter’s hand. Now would be a great time to step up and whack the kid… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“Nobody sounds like that! Mom, Aunt Nan, it won’t work. No way is he ever, ever, ever going to blend in. And… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“Hey now, it issthhhh new technology. Dustin: "The dentissthh says all my teethtths will ssseparate if I don’t keep it in.” Jenna:… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“She kept her voice steady in an attempt to play this cool. “Uh, Mom? Any time you want to step in? Permanently… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“I repel all guys. Now I have proof. PROOF. Wait till Jenna hears. Maybe I need a different deodorant? She ran her… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“Nice of you to care, gnome girl.” He tapped his cheeks, grinning now.” — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“Be all the dork that I can be?” he tried. Her turn. “Hamlet: To dork, or not to dork, that is the… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“I haven't come here with you for the sole purpose of making out,” I evade, wondering if she can hear my heart.She… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“Vere blinked. And blinked. And blinked. And blinked. OMG. Try to speak. Try.” — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“Holy mother of ripped-gorgeous. Get over the assets. Get over the assets. It’s an award-winning six pack. SO WHAT? Get over it.… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“That wasn’t about you personally. It’s...I don’t hang out much alone. I mean—I don’t often hang out with guys. Alone. They usually… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“Vere spoke again, “You want us to hide this six-foot-three, positively gorgeous, famous rock star—one who has sports-drink blue eyes BY THE… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“Jenna sighed, “What would a bodyguard do for us? Battle our invisible boyfriends?” Vere laughed. “Heck yes. Invisible boyfriends can get really… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“Charlie snorted. “Sure. Insta-friends with one of the world’s most famous rock stars. ZERO weirdness. Check. And you’re not my type either,… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“He shrugged, working to make her understand. “There’s whole YouTube montages playing still shots of my butt to music. I don’t take… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“She stopped at a red light and turned to face him. “Look. You must know your eyes are truly distracting, and you… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“won’t be able to live with myself if I don’t at least try to convince you of my feelings. Not after that kiss. Not… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“Tatooine, huh? So awesome you know Star Wars facts,” he adds nodding. “Do you ever watch the animated stuff?” Grin. Grin. Grin. I'm seriously… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“He shrugged happily. “Let’s make plaid, canvas and compasses my absolute trademarks. Dustin McHugh. All plaid. All canvas. All the time. And I’m never… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“He’s so good at his job, that I’ve fallen for him, the mirage of him being my boyfriend, all of it. Like everyone else.… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“I hop onto the stage and joke-sing: “The Phaaaanntom of the Opera is there, innnnnside your mind.” I attack the curtain with a flourish… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“My heart races and I look away. “Well I care. So, write it down. For nine weekends and eight thousand dollars, what's yours is… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“I pass off a few more résumés and jet away from her and that cinnamon smell, reserving the last paper in my hand so… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“I’m living in fiction. It’s perfectly okay to be in love with any and all fictional boyfriends, even if they aren’t yours.” — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“look back. She's crossed her arms and is tapping her ugly shoe on the carpet. “You're doing it again,” she says. “What?” “You're turning… — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
“She's trapped me on the front side of the counter. Way. Too. Close. To. Her. LIP-GLOSS.” — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
