“When I tell people I'm planning on majoring in psychology, I usually get one of three responses: A) Oh! Are you analyzing me right now? B) Psychology . . . hardly an exact science, is it? or C) So what's wrong with you?” — 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 them down. They're just too personal. Nathan fell silent as well, and I realized that maybe I wasn't the only one who felt that way. I wondered how many people in the world have daydreams spinning… — Alicia Thompson Copy Share
