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Where her books were, she was. Get the books right and the rest will follow. Now she could address the rest of the room.
Stevie was less concerned about the day-to-day items like her clothes. Stevie had very little interest in clothes and no money to buy them anyway, so her wardrobe tended to jeans and plain T-shirts.
Stevie had no fears of the dead. The living, however, sometimes gave her the creeps.
She closed and locked the window, pulled the curtains,
Is she going to leave her prized posession out on the ground all night and let it get ruined by the dew??
People say depression lies. Anxiety is just stupid.
“Of course I worry too much,” Nate said. “But I’m usually right. The people who worry are always right. That’s how that works.”
Four hundred feet of dark tunnel may not sound like a lot of dark tunnel, but it is, in fact, a lot of dark tunnel.
“I think they’re going to go back and bone in that tunnel,” he said. “Bone,” Stevie repeated. “Did you have to say bone?” “Tunnelboner,” Nate said. “A new fragrance for men.” “They wouldn’t,” Stevie said. “They won’t.” “Why not?” “Because that’s . . . the tunnel. You don’t just tunnelbone in that tunnel.” “Sometimes a tunnel is just a tunnel,” Nate said.
This was the funny thing about Stevie’s anxiety—when she encountered someone else who felt more anxious than she did, she leveled out.
Mom loophole activated
That was something they taught you in anxiety therapy—the thoughts may come, but you don’t have to chase them all.
What do you say when your housemate dies, even if you don’t know him that well? Even if what you did know you didn’t like much? You say very little.
mess of matted hair.
Im assuming Ellie is white given Janelle had been explicitly said to be black, and let me say i desperately want to cut those nasty mats off Ellie's head. "Dreds" in white people hairs is so gross on many levels.
“Jerry?
Larry and Jerry? Really?
Stevie was not one of those people who thought fate decided for her. Fate was making choices. Fate was at least trying.
She had a strange desire to sit in his lap. To pull his face closer to hers. To kiss him again, right here, by the fire and in front of Nate and the moose head.
Girl, please
“Because,” Stevie replied, “they like things that are normal. Ellingham is not normal. It’s full of everything they worry about. Other people. They let me come because it’s fancy and it’s free, but they’d take any excuse to pull me back out. And I think someone dying counts as a pretty big excuse. So I am not long for this fancy, special world. It’s back to the local Edward King headquarters for me so I can sit around and listen to people who believe in aliens but not climate change.”
Fuck your parents, Stevie. Seriously.
“Good night, Westley. They’ll most likely kill me in the morning.”
Eeeeyyyy Princess Bride 😎
Call Me Charles
I love that she calls him this. Ultimate Dad move
For a moment, she remembered the letter on the wall, her vision. It had seemed so real, but there was no way it could be. It made no sense. It had simply been a vivid dream caused by a racing mind.
Girl. It wasn't a damn dream.
David appeared to be entertaining her mother to no end and . . . oh no. He was getting out his wallet. He was insisting, clearly insisting that he pay. There was the credit card. Another joke. She was laughing away, charmed half to death.
I still don't like you David. You are a trope i do not enjoy and i don't trust you
She examined her overstuffed chicken sandwich, found it was too heavily stuffed to ever pick up and eat, and so tipped it to the side and ate the component pieces with a plastic fork
I feel you on a level Stevie
Stevie said stuff like that all the time and was told she was wrong. David said it once and he got a nod and a compliment. Oh, the magic of dudes. If only they bottled it.
I. Can't.
So why did it feel like she’d just lost the game?
Because you just pretended to give in to your shitty parents with the help of a guy you probably shouldn't trust, Stevie
“I don’t get to stay because of me. I get to stay because of you. Because they think we’re dating. Because they probably think I’ve landed some rich, preppy boyfriend. I get to stay because there’s a guy.”
Whomp there it is.
“Seems to have worked out,” David said. “Again, not seeing why you’re mad.
Because youre a dumb guy and i don't like you dude
. then it approached again, with one tentative spider-leg finger hanging over hers but not touching, not touching . . . . . . just the very tip touched; was it even touching? Her entire body was static, anticipatory. The coach made the violent turn into the drive, jolting them and washing the spider away.
Not this bullshit 🙄
It was time to ask herself something she had never seriously considered—was she attractive? What was attractive? What did other people like? She knew what she liked—the short hair. She liked the way she looked when she narrowed her eyes, because it was sharp and penetrating without being too squinty. She liked the fullness of her mouth, because she was not afraid to speak up. She felt solid in the fullness of her hips.
Uuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhh 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄
She wanted . . . David.
Sssstttttaaaaaaaahhhhhhpppp
Why him? Out of anyone, why did the hormone gods pick him?
Girl. You got a dead classmate and 80 year cold case to fucking solve. Stop this bullshit immediately.
found herself leaving and heading upstairs.
Um, no. You are supposed to go see Janelle
“My deal? What’s a deal?”
Wtf kind of dialogue is this?
“Wow, you’ve got real blushing issues. You gotta work on that.”
Seriously the fuck.
“We could. I thought yours was good. You really like to explore with that tongue. Every part of you is a detective, I guess . . .”
This...is so cringey. Stop.
fact is,” he said, “I liked you from the first moment I saw you,
Oh please.
rest back
Great way to avoid the lay/lie debate
“Get out,” he said quietly.
Good. Does this mean we can finally go back to the interesting parts?
This left Nate and Ellie.
You have GOT to be kidding me
“Talk to me about writing,” Stevie said. “Why do you hate me?”
How has nate become the most relatable character here?
“Yeah, well, this isn’t a mystery story.”
So meta
“It’s either amazing or it’s the worst thing in the world,” he said. “Sometimes it goes well, and it’s all you think about, and then, it’s gone. It’s like you’re taking a ride down a river really fast, and then all of a sudden, there’s no water. You’re just sitting in a raft, trying to push it along in the mud. And then you’ve become me.”
Too real, Nate
You don’t get to frighten people and threaten them and say you’re only kidding. Because you’re not.”
What if Hayes hadn’t written The End of It All? What did that mean?
Bitch please. He obviously didn't and it means exactly that. He never did his own work for anything and he's a piece of shit. Come on. You don't need to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce this one.
What would that give her, though?
Offer to fucking help clean out his shit and find out, genius
But her reasons were good,
Who cares if your intentions are good or bad, snoop on snoopy mcsnooperston. My nosey ass fully approves
“What a dudely selection,”
Yas. Thank you.
She ran a finger along the spines for cracking or signs of use. There were none.
FAKE FAN
There were very few files on the computer. One was marked IDEAS. She opened up a text document that simply read:
Don't any of these kids lock their devices???
“Seriously?” she said. The anger was building up again. All the feeling she had been pressing down for a few days shot up unexpectedly. “Come on. You won’t tell me anything about yourself. You lied at dinner.”
Yes, seriously. I know it sounds fake, but someone can actually accept an apology and still be upset about you invading their privacy and breaking their trust, Stevie.
They didn’t know, perhaps, that Sherlock Holmes was based on a real man, Dr. Joseph Bell, and that the methods Arthur Conan Doyle created for his fictional detective inspired generations of real-world detectives. Did they know that Arthur Conan Doyle went on to investigate mysteries in his real life and even absolved a man of a crime for which he had been convicted? Did they know how Agatha Christie brilliantly staged her own disappearance in order to exact an elegant revenge on a cheating husband?
I did not, but neat facts i guess
