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he ties his tail around his waist and hides his wings under a dreadful tan mackintosh—he looks like Quasimodo. Or a flasher. He looks like three kids in a trench coat pretending to be a complete wanker.
Rude. But hilarious.
I’ve loved him through worse. I’ve loved him hopelessly.… So what’s a little less hope?
Screaming, crying, throwing up
When someone shows you who they are, believe them. That’s what I’m going to say when I break up with Baz.
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP
Nuclear bombs are nothing but potential. Now I’m what comes after. Now I’m the three-headed frog. The radioactive fallout.
This poor baby
“Surprise!” Baz singsongs. “It’s your ex-boyfriend and his boyfriend and that girl you never liked very much!”
But it was a mistake thinking of that as an end. There is no end. Bad things happen, and then they stop, but they keep on wreaking havoc inside of people.
I was nearly killed that day, too—and it wasn’t the first time. I think my parents feel partly responsible (as they should), for ever inviting Simon “the Chosen One” Snow into our lives.
This bitch. I cant stand her.
It’s sitting in economy that’s making us gay. Not that she will get mad at us necessarily.… You just never know when someone’s going to make you feel bad about what you are. The last time Baz and I held hands in public, some girl with a nose ring took offence. If you can’t trust people with nose rings to be open-minded, who’s left?
“Thirty-one hours to San Diego?!” “That can’t be right,” Penny says. “That’s like driving from London to Moscow. Let me see.” Baz has been looking at her phone, and she takes it back. “But it’s the same country,” she says. “I thought we wanted a road trip,” I say, getting in the car. “Three hours is a road trip,” Baz says. “With a nice picnic break in the middle. This is three days of driving—and we only have seven days left before we fly home.” He sneers at Penny. “‘We’ll just stop in Chicago on the way to San Diego,’ she said.”
LMAO you van drive 13 hours in Texas and STILL be in Texas
Kansas, also a band I’ve recently become acquainted with.
HOW DO YOU HATE KANSAS?!
Simon Snow, it hurts to look at you when you’re this happy. And it hurts to look at you when you’re depressed. There’s no safe time for me to see you, nothing about you that doesn’t tear my heart from my chest and leave it breakable outside my body.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to raise it while you’re driving,” I say. “But they always do it in music videos”—he yanks at the other side—“and Bond films.”
Valid.
“Please don’t choke to death, Bunce. Imagine the humiliation of dying at The Cheesecake Factory.”
“Are you really a Normal?” He lifts up both hands, letting go of the steering wheel. “Completely. I’m the most basic bitch possible.”
“I don’t think we could summon something that far anyway,” Penny sighs. “Especially not right now. I’m clapped out.”
This wouldn't be an issue if they hadnt wasted Simon's powers
“Are you guys trying to summon Jesus?”
I LITERALLY JUST CHOKED ON MY SPIT
“That’s it,” Penny says. “The message goes on like that for five minutes—I think Agatha’s in trouble. Really!”
I genuinely couldn't care less
“We can look it up online,” Simon says. “‘NowNext.’”
Its a skill issue for Agatha. Whole thing sounded like a cult the first time i read the name
“We can’t rescue Wellbelove on our own. We couldn’t even rescue ourselves. We need a guide.”
Why is Baz the voice of reason all of a sudden?! Not that i mind
Shepard holds out his hand. Baz holds his own palm out to Penny. She drops her purple stone into it. Then he takes Shepard’s hand, pressing the stone between them. “Cross your heart, and hope to die!” Baz casts. Their hands light up. Shepard’s eyes get big. But he doesn’t try to pull away. “I keep my promises.” “You’ll keep this one,” Baz says. “Or you’ll drop dead.” He slumps to the ground, exhausted from the spell. “Now, where’s my wand?”
Can you what, Simon? Kiss me? Kill me? Break my heart?
I’d give him all that I am. I’d give him all that I was. I’d open up a vein.
I’d tie our hearts together, chamber by chamber.
Baz didn’t blink when we walked into this hotel, the theme of which seems to be What if Dracula opened a hotel and didn’t care whether everyone guessed he was Dracula?
“Existential despair.”
Same.
(does every vampire cult have headquarters?
This would be so much better if it was New Orleans instead of Vegas. Not because of the Originals, but because of its history.
Simon won’t look at me. He’s on the bed with Penny, still wearing his filthy shoes, probably thinking about how much he hates me. I thought we might come to blows just now; the energy felt so like it had when we were still at Watford, screaming at each other over our school beds.
OH MY GOD BAZ I WONDER WHY
Where I come from, you don’t tell vampires secrets! You don’t negotiate with them. You bloody well don’t let them drive!
Okay... this is a bit hypocritical Simon. You're literally dating a vampire.
Maybe we should summon a few demons and get their help, too.
wAIT WAIT WAIT IS THAT AN OPTION?!
Simon has no power now, and I’m as powerful as I ever was. Which, it turns out, isn’t very powerful at all.
Simon, Simon … You were the sun, and I was crashing into you.
