Passenger Princess

by Morgan Elizabeth

To all of the girls who have been told they don’t belong somewhere. I hope you have the time of your life proving them wrong.

I love you to the moon and to Saturn,

What’s worse than losing Miss Americana? Becoming a meme and losing Miss Americana.

encourage women and girls to bet on themselves, take a chance on themselves, and do one thing that scares them every day. Shoulders back, tits out, bitch. You were born for great things.

“Funny thing is, unlike you, I’m exactly like other girls, and I’m grateful for that. I love being relatable and approachable. I like pink frilly things, bows, and makeup. I love getting my fancy coffees, reading my silly little romance books, and listening to the same music as other girls because it’s fun. The only difference between me and other girls, like, say, you, is I don’t judge people for what they do or do not like. I just let them live their best lives and cheer them on.”

I know God has to be a woman because no man has a sense of humor this good.

“Don’t fall in love with me, big guy, okay?” I ask, reaching up and patting his cheek. His jaw goes tight. “I promise that won’t be a problem.” “Is that a challenge?” For the first time, he smiles back. From here, I see one dent in his cheek. A dimple. “Do your worst, Princess.”

“If there’s one thing I love, it’s a challenge. Literally won an entire pageant just to see if I could. But you? You might become my favorite challenge yet.” I almost don’t hear him mumble under his breath as I walk out “And you might just be mine.”

"You're going to be a pain in my ass this summer, aren't you?" "You say pain in the ass, I say fun."

“Is this not you picking on me?” “No, this is me flirting with you. It’s kind of my specialty.” “Probably shouldn’t be flirting with your bodyguard,” he says. I reach over, patting his hand. “Oh, you sweet, sweet boy. You have no idea what kind of summer you’re in for, do you?”

“All the best girls have tummy issues, Jaime.”

"This is how it works, Ava. I kiss you. Every time, I kiss you, and I do it in a way that you can never forget what it's like to be kissed by a man wholly and completely obsessed with you."

Yes, I like you, Ava. I more than like you—I'm fucking obsessed with you, and I can't seem to do a single thing without you on my mind.

“I deserve a man who, when he looks at me, when he says he wants me, he means it. He knows it to his bones. I deserve a man who is decisive. I don’t deserve this whiplash you’ve been giving me. I don’t deserve someone who kisses me like he's going to change my life, then ignores me and treats me like any old job. I deserve the world, and if you're not willing to give it to me, I need to know now."