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We all start to find x, but thirty minutes into it I give up. X is currently missing, presumed dead.
Coming out was not on my agenda for today.
“Other children try to encourage their parents.” “Mom, please, I’ve been encouraging you to stop all afternoon.”
my brown—almost black—eyes surprisingly don’t look vacant and/or dead.
I wasn’t stalking, I swear. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Of all the things that Bryson Keller is good at, writing is not one of them. His handwriting is practically indecipherable. Maybe he’ll be a doctor one day.
“Does there need to be a reason for me not to like someone?” “Generally, yes.”
I mean, live your life, but also, really? That’s how you’re going to live your life?”
the family group chat: Sheridan Shenanigans,
Today she is wearing a faux-fur jacket, leather pants, and bedazzled heels. To top it all off, she’s wearing a wig straight out of the French Revolution. All she needs to say now is Let them eat cake.
Few things in this world are as pure and sweet as a well-done grilled cheese sandwich. Aside from pizza and books, it’s the thing the human race can be proudest of.
“Give me words over numbers any day.” “What about math with letters?” “I hate it, and I hate whoever invented it. Algebra is the worst.”
“I should hire you as my college advisor,”
you’re an onion,
This Jeep will turn back into a pumpkin soon.
“Are we tripping right now?” Mom asks.
“Are you saying Priya and I aren’t cute?” Donny catches my eye in the rearview mirror. “I plead the Fifth.”
corn dogs.
???
How does moving from this spot make any sense? I should live here now, never moving, never budging. Please forward all mail to this address.
“Ten points to Hufflepuff,” said no Hogwarts professor ever.
“Mom sent me to check if you were alive,” Yazz explains. I’m not. I’ve moved on from the land of the living.
Whoever says that boys don’t cry—or shouldn’t cry—needs to walk off a very short pier into a shark-infested ocean.
“For someone who had to be dared to date, you really are romantic.”
And suddenly I’m not okay anymore.
“My brother has skills to pay the bills,”
I blush at her words. “Oh. My. God,” Crystal says. “That is the cutest.” Bryson smiles. “I know, right?” “Kai, please forgive my children.”
“Since I cooked, Crystal has to do the dishes.” Bryson grins in that way of his that tells me he’s really enjoying this moment. “Fair is fair.” “I literally have a cast on my arm. Do you want me to lick them clean?”
“Oh, the drama … the scandal … the romance.”
“You’re so extra,” I say. Bryson smiles. “I’m romantic. There’s a difference.” “Uh-huh.”
“Are you sure you’re thirteen?” “Maturity has nothing to do with age.”
Your dad cooked it. I’m just in charge of reheating.” “Thank God,”
Feeling exactly the same as I first did when I walked into her office—if not more embarrassed now that I have a pocket full of condoms—I leave.
“Wench?” Donny asks. “I’m trying to use alternative curse words where she’s concerned. The normal ones have stopped feeling good.”
“Was it embarrassing?” “A parent standing up for their child should never be embarrassing,” Priya says. “It was totally embarrassing,” Donny adds.
“You know what trope I really hate is when the main character decides to give up on the person they love in the name of protecting them.”
“Sometimes I really worry about you. The advice is free this time, but next time it’ll cost you.”
tell Bryson that tomorrow we’re having a double date. We still need to judge him.” Donny sticks his head out the sunroof. “We also need to ask him what his intentions are with our sweet summer child.”
“Please don’t embarrass me,” I whine. “I’ve been through enough this week.” “We would never do such a thing,” Donny says.
