“He finally cleared his throat. "Well, huh." "Yeah," I said. "What now?" "Well"—he cleared his throat again—"I guess you and I go. I mean, unless you really don't want to." Why put it on me to bail out? "Do you… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“A dog wash?” Bird repeated the next morning. I’d called her to let her know I needed to talk. She was making her Scoopin’… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“You never talk to the pitcher when…” He shook his head. “You just never talk to the pitcher when--” “I just wanted to congratulate… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“Hey, ya'll,can we go?" Leah asked. "The cute guys are gonna be taken by the time we get there." "No,they won't be," Sam said,"Because… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“I haven’t had cotton candy in forever,” he said. “I’d forgotten how…sugary it is.” “It’s pure sugar.” “I wonder who invented it.” “I think… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“Deception may give us what we want for the present, but it will always take it away in the end.” — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“You’ve got Mac. When we went to get drinks at the concert, all he talked about was how cool you were. And Jason? The… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“Dani, I saw your roster that night at Ben and Jerry’s, when it fell out of your bag. I unfolded it, shouldn’t have, but… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“ Crack! I covered my head, ducked down. Bird didn’t laugh. She likened me to a survivor of some traumatic event who is always… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“I'm trying to figure out how much I need to deposit into the Kate-have-a-good-time fund," he said. "It's pretty empty.You might have to make… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“I wasn’t usually one to toot my own horn, which could also explain the no-boyfriend-status of my life. If bright plumage was the key,… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“I need to figure out what it was I did that made me hit the home run.” “You connected the bat to the ball.”… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“I found him in the kitchen, at the table in the bay window, already eating his cereal. “I was going to fix you breakfast,”… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“Sides, i don't like the posed pics.They're not the real person.They're a reflection of what the person wants the world to think of her-not… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“I can't believe you'd rather hold handle bars than a girl." He angled his head thoughtfully."I hadn't considered that." "Maybe you should." He hopped… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“He finally cleared his throat. "Well, huh." "Yeah," I said. "What now?" "Well"—he cleared his throat again—"I guess you and I go. I mean,… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
