“I had always thought that I was fine with being alone. Halfway through high school, I moved from Brazil to America, and it took me forever to make friends. I had culture shock of virtually every kind, besides which I… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“It was nice. Even in high school, I’d mostly had makeshift friends forged by the shared status of outcast. It was rare for me to discuss things so easily to someone outside of my family, but somehow Jill got me.” — 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
