“How much does this thing cost?” Travis says, walking closer to it. Honestly, Travis is always like this. A negative nelly is what my mother would call him. He always has to ask the questions that nobody wants to answer because… — Emily Harper Copy Share
“I like you. You like me. We like each other. We are going to be fine.” — Emily Harper Copy Share Image
“The ride is nearly at an end, the operator is helping the people below us off and then it’s our turn, and Travis breathes a huge sigh of relief. “It wasn’t that bad was it?” I tease him. He looks over my face before grinning. “It could have been worse.” “Oh really?” I ask. The Ferris Wheel starts again, but the… — Emily Harper Copy Share
“How much does this thing cost?” Travis says, walking closer to it. Honestly, Travis is always like this. A negative nelly is what my mother would call him. He always has to ask the questions that nobody wants to answer because it ruins all the fun. “Well, that’s a hard question. Are you talking about the rental price or the price… — Emily Harper Copy Share
“What are you doing?” I ask, holding onto the door handle. “I’ve got to move your car up the road a little so I can shovel the end of the driveway,” he says. “No, I mean why did you not want that guy to clean the driveway?” “If I waited for that guy the snow would melt before your parents’… — Emily Harper Copy Share
“Did you fall off a tree when you were a kid?” I ask. “Get pushed off a bridge?” “What?” he asks, momentarily distracted. “No, why?” “I don’t know,” I shrug. “I just thought that might be why you’re afraid of heights.” “Always the writer,” he softly laughs. “Nothing as dramatic as that. I just don’t like them, never have.” “But… — Emily Harper Copy Share
“Can I ask you a question?” he asks as we complete our first loop on the train. “Okay,” I say, warily, not sure what to expect from him at this point. I mean, he arranged a date that I had no idea about. The possibilities here are endless. “You’re writing this big love story,” he says, his arm casually slung… — Emily Harper Copy Share
“So… You realise you just said you love me, right?” he says, and I can see he is trying to act calm about the joy that those few words give him. “I know,” I shrug, trying to stay as casual as possible. He soaks in the words, and I stand waiting. “Well?” I prompt. “Well, what?” “Don’t you have something… — Emily Harper Copy Share
“I told you not to bother coming. Scott or Travis would have shown up eventually, and now you’re all here,” she grumbles. I see my dad’s head pop into the doorway opening. “Did Lloyd make it?” he asks, searching the driveway with his eyes. My car is actually my dad’s old car from when he was a teenager. He kept… — Emily Harper Copy Share
“They may not turn everyone’s head, they’re only for the worthy to notice.” — Emily Harper Copy Share Image
“Now, I don’t like to be self-depreciating and all– but if this guy has to search the want ads to find love then I… — Emily Harper Copy Share Image
“Look at this. Do you know what this says?” “Travis and Etty, surrounded by little glittery hearts?” he answers. “No, it says we are safe.… — Emily Harper Copy Share Image
“used to wonder why people didn’t do more to get the attention they deserve– beautiful people from the inside out that get overlooked everyday… — Emily Harper Copy Share Image
