“Andrew just shrugged, and I fiddled with the napkin in my lap while glancing idly around the restaurant. The obligatory mirrors hung on the walls, and there was one of those fountains with fake lily pads in the entryway. The… — Alicia Thompson Copy Share Image
“Let me guess---Nathan," he said with a bitter laugh. "It has to be Nathan. Christ, he told me day one that he liked you. But don't forget our history, Leigh. We were great together.” — Alicia Thompson Copy Share
“Nathan laughed with little real humor. "Maybe that's because I was," he said. "I disapproved of the way Andrew treated you. And i really disapproved of the way I felt about you. You were my roommate's high school sweetheart, and even now, when you're crying over him, I just . . ." I felt like I was standing on the… — Alicia Thompson Copy Share
“Although he thinks he's awesome at them, Andrew really sucks at languages. Once, he tried to speak French to this woman who owned the… — Alicia Thompson Copy Share Image
“Because he never said it first---he would only ever say 'I love you, too.' And I would hate to think that he was talking… — Alicia Thompson Copy Share Image
“I'm loyal to Andrew and everything, but let me tell you---Nathan has a nice chest.” — Alicia Thompson Copy Share
“Something occurred to me, and I sat up to face him. "Earlier, I asked you if you brought the guitar everywhere," I said, "and you got kind of wierd. Why? It's not like you're one of those jerks who always has a guitar but can't actually play it." "Don't you know?" "No." He grinned. "Everyone knows that the whole point… — Alicia Thompson Copy Share
“Andrew would also drape his arm around my shoulders and then leave it there. Don't get me wrong, there's a thirteen-year-old girl inside of me who thrills at the fact that a boy is actually putting his arm around her. But there's also an eighteen-year-old (soon to be nineteen) who just thinks hello, it's called personal space. When the food… — Alicia Thompson Copy Share
“The door opened just a crack, and a silver of Nathan appeared. I gave him a tentative smile. He shut the door in my… — Alicia Thompson Copy Share Image
“I would prefer to have gum on my face than own up to the fact that I accidentally got gum on my face. And… — Alicia Thompson Copy Share Image
“Okay," I said. His brow furrowed. "Okay what?" I licked my lips. "Kiss me," I said.” — Alicia Thompson Copy Share Image
“You make faces when you read, you know. I can always tell when you're reading something happy or suspenseful, or upsetting. Your face shows… — Alicia Thompson Copy Share Image
“I've never told another soul about the stories I make up while I'm trying to fall asleep, and I would never even consider writing… — Alicia Thompson Copy Share Image
