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“What the hell is wrong with you, man? I thought we were cool.” “We were,” Warner says icily. “Until you touched my hair.” “You asked me to give you a haircut—” “I said nothing of the sort! I asked you to trim the edges!” “And that’s what I did.” “This,” Warner says, spinning around so I might inspect the damage, “is not trimming the edges, you incompetent moron—”
But the fire of true hatred, I realize, cannot exist without the oxygen of affection. I would not hurt so much, or hate so much, if I did not care.
This, needless to say, makes him the polar opposite of Kenji, who loves to eat everything, all the time, and who later told me that watching Warner eat a cookie made him want to cry.
“The methane makes it all pretty easy to track. Makes you wonder why they wouldn’t do something to preve—” “Methane?” I say, confused. “Isn’t that a kind of gas?” “I take it you don’t know much about cow shit.”
“I am no longer anyone’s experiment,”
“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: You guys have a weird relationship.”
The rest of the world could so easily destroy me. And sometimes I’m not sure I’ll make it out of this alive.
“I was a real dick to her at the end,” he says. “So I guess I got what I deserved.
yeah you were and yeah you did!!!!!
“You know, I think I might be the only one of us who doesn’t have daddy issues. I loved the shit out of my dad.”
“You’re coming with me, right?” I whisper, tugging at his sleeve like a child. Kenji laughs. “I’ll be wherever you need me to be, kid.”
I have a great fear of drowning in the ocean of my own silence. In the steady thrum that accompanies quiet, my mind is unkind to me. I think too much. I feel, perhaps, far more than I should. It would be only a slight exaggeration to say that my goal in life is to outrun my mind, my memories. So I have to keep moving.
“Who says you can’t be cute and kick ass at the same time?” Kenji winks at me. “I do it every day.”
“Haider.” I nod. “Yes, of course. He’s the eldest son of the supreme commander of Asia. He has a sister,”
OH NO SHE'S THE SISTER ISN'T SHE
“The world tried to crush you,” I say, gently now, “and you refused to be shattered.
“But how?” she says, her voice breaking on the word. “How do I get them out of my head?” “Set them on fire.” Her eyes go wide. “In your mind,” I say, attempting a smile. “Let them fuel the fire that keeps you striving.” I reach out, touch my fingers to her cheek. “Idiots are highly flammable, love. Let them all burn in hell.”
“Those who do not understand you,” I say softly, “will always doubt you.”
“I really wish you two could be friends.” “He’s a walking disaster,” I say. “Look what he did to my hair.”
“Like a hummingbird?” says Kenji. “So, is she, like, a fast talker?” “No,” says Warner. “She’s usually very quiet.” “Hmm. Okay, well, I’m glad she’s not here,” Kenji says. “Sounds boring.”
lmaooo watch them fall in love
She seems surprised to find Kenji still pursuing the subject, her eyes appraising him like he might be an idiot. “I’m sorry,” she says softly, putting down her fork, “but who are you, exactly?”
i ship it already
“What the hell is wrong with you?” and Kenji grabs my arm, goes weak in the knees, and says, “Oh my God, J, I think I’m in love.”
AHHHH I KNEW IT YES
Because I’ve never been in love before, so I don’t know if this is love or if I just have, like, food poisoning?”
I love that the girl who blushes so easily in my arms is the same one who would kill a man for hurting me.
“Of course I can get back by myself,” I shout-whisper. “That’s not why I’m mad. I’m mad because you have a million things to do and you’re acting like an idiot in front of a girl who is obviously not interested in you.” Kenji steps back, looking injured. “Why are you trying to hurt me, J? Where’s your vote of confidence? Where’s the love and support I require at this difficult hour? I need you to be my wingwoman.” “You do know that I can hear you, right?” Nazeera tilts her head to one side, her arms crossed loosely against her chest. “I’m standing right here.”
“You’re smart and funny and kind and—” “Handsome,” he says. “Don’t forget handsome.” “And very handsome,” I say, nodding. “Yeah, I’m flattered, J, but I don’t like you like that.”
“Her parents are coming for her,” he says. “And when they do you’ll know for certain that I’ve not led you astray. But by then,” he says, “it’ll be too late.”
NOOOOO
“Damn, princess, is that really you?”
“You can call me the supreme commander of North America,”
DANGGGG
“I’m the supreme commander of Oceania,” the woman says to me, smiling. “Your father and I have come to take you home.”
NO I HAD A FEELING IT WAS THEM
Ella, Emmaline, and Nazeera. No more training wheels.
they were besties :(
It’s a picture of a little boy standing next to a little girl. She’s sitting in a stairwell. He looks at her as she eats a piece of cake. I flip it over. Aaron and Ella is all it says.
OMG
