Promises. I Was Drowning In Promises.

I Know How You Guys Feel About Us. I'm Not Stupid, And Believe Me, I've Tried To Get You Out Of My Head. But There Isn't Enough Liquor Or Art Or Any Other Distraction In The World To Do It. I Had To Stop Going To Wolfe's Because It Was Too Hard Being That Close To You, Even If It Was All Just Pretend Fighting. I Couldn't Stand The Touching. It Was Agonizing Because It Meant Something To Me－and I Knew It Meant Nothing To You. I Kept Telling Myself To Stay Away Altogether, And Then I'd Find Excuses… Like The Car… Anything To Be Around You Again.

He Flipped The Dail, And I Crossed My Arms Over My Chest As Some Vaguely European-sounding Band Sang About How Video Had Killed The Radio Star. I Wished Someone Would Kill This Radio.

Wow. What'd He Do To Deserve That? Rescue Orphans From A Burning Building? If So, You Might Want To Make Sure He Didn't Set The Building On Fire In The First Place.

What About You, Sage? I Know We Don't Have To Worry About You Violating The Dress Code. Did You Have Fun At Your Alchemist Spa This Weekend?

What Happened When You Were Twelve?” “oh, Mom Offered To Take Us All Out For Dinner—us Girls, Dad Was Out Of Town—to Celebrate, But I Didn’t Want To. This Book I’d Been Waiting For Had Just Come Out, And The Only Thing I Wanted To Do Was Read It All Night.” “my God,” I Said, Touching The Top Of Her Nose. “you’re Adorable.