“Anna, you do have decent fashion sense. But I’ve seen your outfits, and you don’t have anything to wear on a date. Jeans, capris, geeky tee shirts, and more jeans.” — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Alan shrugged. “I love the CBC, really, but being voted its president—” “Co-president,” Sputnik corrected. “—is kind of like being declared King of Nerds.” “Co-king,” Sputnik asserted.” — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“I suppose that means you don’t want any band-aids, either,” I said, a touch more bitterly than I’d meant to.” — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“If you want to call it quits, just tell me. Man up and say it to my face. Don’t just skulk around.” — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“I didn’t say anything; I could find no words that would express the swirled chaos of emotions inside me. So I just watched him… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Um, you don’t have to join me, but if you’re looking for a table, there are a couple good seats over there.” He nodded… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Amazing? My heart fluttered. “But I don’t want Flash or Harry,” I murmured. “You want Spider-Man,” he finished for me, looking a little wistful.… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“I need you to just trust me for now without knowing all the answers.” — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Nice slippers,” Davin grinned. They were green and furry. “Thanks.” I shrugged and looked him over, half expecting to see a new injury. “So… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“He smiled at me shyly and took a step closer. I froze, heart pounding, as he put one hand on my cheek and leaned… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“We didn't have to talk, and it wasn't awkward. We were just two lonely, out of place people sharing a holiday with junk food… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Oh, it was 1775.” “What?” “1775. The Battle of Bunker Hill.” “Oh.” I laughed. “We learned about it the day we met,” he added.… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“If he can’t handle it, then you aren’t very good friends, are you?” — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“I wouldn’t joke if you weren’t always patching me up,” Davin retorted. He looked at Chad again. “You must have noticed, right? It’s kind… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
