When You Come Back to Me (Lost Boys, #2)

by Emma Scott

He lit a clove cigarette and

This just cracks me up. He’s like the typical angsty emo kid who drinks cloves cuz they smell better than regular cigs - he just is rich. Like. We all knew this kid in highschool lol

“It sucks not talking to you,” I said as Miller strummed the first chords of the song. “I don’t know why. You’re arrogant as fuck.” “Fair. You’re a grilled cheese sandwich.”

“The warning signs are part of the thrill, sir,” James said as he opened the car door for me. “It’s like skiing down a mountain. You’re scared shitless, dodging moguls, the wind whipping through your hair, and adrenaline coursing through your veins. Before you realize it, you’re at the bottom and you don’t remember the fear. Only the exhilaration.” I gaped. “Good grief, James… You’re a romantic.” “I’ve been told, sir.” “A question: what happens if, while you’re racing down the slope, you hit an ice patch, go veering off course and slam into a tree?” “In that case, you hope the ride was worth it.”

“I tell’em all sorts of shit when they’re in my Jeep. I mean, if they’ve gone that far, they’re obviously ready to give up the goods. Most girls just need some incentive.”

EW

The man at the checkout gave me a once-over as I gnawed a piece of beef jerky and flipped through a National Enquirer in my bathrobe.

“It is possible,” I said to no one, “to be completely sick of one’s own shit.”

“É fácil amar você, meu doce menino. Mas você tem que se deixar ser amado.”

It’s easy to love you, my sweet boy. But you have to let it in.

I’m drowning in my own bullshit, already. I don’t need you to shovel more in my lap.”

“I don’t know how I made it through all the days until this one,”