“What the fuck is going on Lor? What the hell did you do last night? What did you say to Kacey? Who the hell is Blue Eyes and why is my car spray-painted with the word ‘asshole’?” Spray-paint? Oh dear… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“Ah, shit. She’s been crying. This is not good. I swear to God, a girl crying is fucking blackmail. It just makes you feel… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“First off, what the hell kind of name is that? Wow, her parents were pretentious naming their daughter Temperance! What the actual fuck?” — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“He throws me a wide grin. “Ooh, calmed down then, have we? I must say, your death threats are quite refreshing – they’re a… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“I eye the karaoke machine in alarm. Shit. I’m going to need a shot. “Let’s do Ssssummer Nightsssss! I jusssst love Greasssse!” Scratch that… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“Caleb dumped me on my birthday, Before I’d ordered an entrée, “What a dick!” some might say! But don’t you worry my little sheep,… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“How are you feeling Sweet Peach?” he enquires as he walks across to the chest of drawers, selects a pair of socks and pulls… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“I awake to hear a shower running and quickly stifle a groan. Oh God, my head hurts! How much did I have to drink… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“Crap. What do I say? “Hi, I followed you here.” Yeah, that’s not super creepy and stalkerish at all. Nope, time for plan B.” — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“Whatever.” Priestly mutters. “Maybe if you got your head out of those books and paid more attention to guys, you wouldn’t have to try… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“So, I turn on the charm and ask ¿Cuánto cuesta pene? Pretty impressive, right? Wrong. What I should have said was ¿Cuánto cuesta ese… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“Lorelai pulls me in closer and I feel her hair brush the side of my face. Huh, she smells like bubblegum and oranges. Wait.… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“Shit. Is this a good idea? I’m a lawyer for Christ’s sake. I look at Lorelai and she looks so happy that I don’t… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
