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And although the emotional progression from pleading to pissed off doesn’t go unnoticed, I find myself fixating on his grammatical error.
If he loved you, he wouldn’t have given you an ultimatum,
Every time I see him he’s trying to get in my pants. And I can’t even feel special about it, because he tries to get in everyone’s pants.
Garrett: Allie’s gonna crash in my room. Garrett: Your dick can stay in your room.
Lololol
“Are we writing a bad Dr. Seuss book right now?”
I think it takes a certain level of trust to sit next to someone and not feel the pressing urge to babble away.
have this terrible habit of wanting to make everyone happy, even if it means sacrificing my own happiness.
“Now you look forward and figure out how you’re going to get better.”
“Aw, come on. I don’t bite.” “Yes you do.” Those green eyes twinkle. “You’re right. I do.”
“Yeah, and it was created by prudes and judgmental assholes and jealous pricks who wish they were getting laid on the regular but aren’t.”
“I do what I want, when I want it. And I don’t give a shit what other people think about me.”
Save the early bedtimes for next year when you become a card-carrying member of the real world.”
“Can’t help it if the books are better.”
I had a bad day and you were the first person I called.
Shouldn’t the sight of the boy I spent three years with make my heart ache? But all I feel is annoyance.
It’s not my job to take care of him anymore.
“Oh, sweetie, that’s like rule number one in the dating handbook—never date the kid of your authority figure.”
“And now it’s time for bed. Say good night to your friend Beau, sweetie.” “Good night, Beau,” Dean says obediently.
“Can you call Dean and ask him to come over?”
“You want me to call Dean.” “Yes.” “Dean Di Laurentis?”
“Baby,” I say softly. A startled gasp sounds from the door. Gritting my teeth, I spin on my heel and proceed to slam the door in Hannah’s and Garrett’s astonished faces.
“You want it too. To be with me?”
“I want to be with you because it feels right.”
“Oh, relax, baby doll. It’s just a little French kissing between me and my girl. Nobody died.”
“He’s good to me. He’s a great listener. He’s fun to be around. The sex is off-the-charts amazing.” Wait, did I just put sex fourth on that list?
The most important thing is that we’re happy—way happier than I’ve felt in a long time.
“Why are you telling me this?” “Because you also look at him like he hung the moon. And I get the sense he feels the same about you.”
“What are you going to do, spank me?” I growl. “Don’t fucking tempt me, babe.”
You’re lucky I love you, babe. If any other girl had done this to me—” “You love me?” I blurt out.
Life hack: if you don’t want someone asking you questions, say the word tampon and the conversation ends.
“I love your daughter, sir.” And he says, “I know you do, pretty boy.”
“I don’t need any more alone time.” A slow smile curves his lips. “Thank fuck.”
Dean fell apart, yes. But maybe he needed to fall apart in order to learn that life isn’t perfect, that bad things do happen and you can’t stop living when they do.
