And you don’t even need to say anything. I’m screwed up. I don’t know how any of this works anymore than you do. But I do believe you’re worth every second it would take to figure it out,” Mason said, a smile taking over his features.

People expected something for nothing, that’s why they did nothing so beautifully these days.

Never been more truthful then right now, looking at you fixes everything.

All I knew was, my Father was famous for being a loser, and a loser that wanted nothing to do with me, since the day I was born.

If we became a pal to what scared us the most, we could find a simple way to ease all that bothered us, we would find peace, peace that we could live with.

Maybe I am everything I knew that I would never be. I looked back at Jay and smiled.

He perched the bat on his shoulder, giving a nod that he understood I needed his help. With one loud yell and a couple swings of the bat, he cleared me another path.

It’s always funny watching something so beautiful not know how beautiful it really is. It’s sad even.

Would you guys choose to walk away from possibly the most incredible encounter of your lifetime just because you had to let it go sooner then you wanted? Just because you knew that it would never be?

Trust to some was placing all your insecurities and beliefs in one single person, and hoping he or she wouldn’t squash them.

Life is not kind. Who are you trying to kid, Kendall?” He sighed.

Impending doom, it was a familiar sweater, we all wore it and as scratchy as it felt against our skin, we kept it on.

I was such a messed up person and he was still holding on.

When your demon was yourself, there really was no way to fight or get rid of it.

I wanted to play with death, like a child with a new toy, I wanted to push all the buttons and see what would happen.

We tend to get a little information before we off people. It’s not a play by ear sort of deal.

You took life by the horns and tried to hold on tight, for fear of being ripped to shreds, left bloodied and battered.

She didn’t need hope anymore because she knew the things you wanted weren’t necessarily the things that you needed. She knew that the things that were meant to be just happened. You couldn’t control them like she once thought.

So just let me deal with it, I can be emotionally flawed and still love you all at the same time. I’m a great multitasker.

Satan impregnated my mother one lovely spring morning. We didn’t have the heart to tell my father.

Are you coming back to campus or you sticking around here with the prick?

It would be the last thing he did if he beat my dog.

It was a little difficult to take him seriously when he sang along to a song about a woman taking another woman's man.

The moonlight caught the glint of his lip ring, which he was now fondling with the tip of his tongue as he stared down at me. It was a bit awkward.

Nona needs a very dry martini.

I thanked the lucky stars for my great metabolism, because Karsen had showed me pictures of her mom once and it was scary the transformation she underwent after popping three kids out. She went from a small, dainty beauty to a giant pineapple blob of a body.

I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my eyes off his body, just the sight of his abs or arms was enough to make me want to get naked and let Carlo take over anything he wanted.

Nona I don't think your allowed to smoke in here.Nona exhaled a large cloud of smoke.Nona keeps their lights on. A little smoke won't hurt them.

Well, just get used to it, because you're a long ways away from Kansas, my dear. She actually started singing "The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow" as she traipsed to the counter.

I overheard Nona talking about my little buds and how she remembered back when she was developing into a woman, and that was enough for me.

You know, Hope is also rather interesting, there's just not two of her, Dad teased Nona

He pulled the gun from his waist, running it along my cheek and back down to my lips. I blinked back the tears at sick game. He finally stopped the gun at my temple, my pulse fighting against the pressure of the cold metal of the gun.“Do you think you are a good person, Kendall?”“No, not at all,” I said, swallowing down the misery of my honest answer.“Really?” he asked, one eyebrow lifting in confusion. “Are you afraid to die?”I wished I could spit in his face for making everything so hard. I wished he would just pull the trigger and end it already. But a small part of me was begging and pleading internally that he wouldn’t shoot me.“No, I’m not afraid to die,” I admitted, I closed my eyes and the tears fell quickly. “I’m not afraid of much in life. I’ve seen too much to be scared.”He let out a sigh. I opened my eyes. He pulled the gun away from me.“Well, damn. How the hell am I supposed to kill someone so miserable?”I looked away. Even in death I was pitiful.

You're maybe eighteen. Your mother didn't love you enough so you decided to pierce your lip and brand your body to piss her off. You hang around this band because they make you feel like you belong. And most days you wish you were in a band of your own, but you know that probably will never happen." I met his eyes waiting.I'm twenty. my mother has an assload of tattoos herself, she thinks its art. I have a lip ring because it turns girls on when I do this." He licked his lip, lingering on the metal for a couple intense seconds. My eyes fluttered with nervousness.

Nona was as wacky as they came.

Let’s all try to be fearless, sometimes we wish for the most perfect of outcomes and we arrive at the most unforgettable. Life can be scary and leave us hiding, but when we come out of hiding, we may realize, that life was the one thing that we could always count on…

But a whole bottle was what made me feel dead inside. And it worked, all the days stress was gone and I was able to live without the gigantic knot in my stomach. Without the boulders weighing down my shoulders.

Trust, you give it and you take it away. You believe it with everything you have in you, you allow your heart to trust somebody else. I trusted very few in life, but sometimes you just needed to give in and fight the urge to flee.

Kenny rested his hand on my leg, patting it delicately. His thoughts staying just that, thoughts, as we drove in silence, back to my prison of paradise, back to the one place I knew I could be happy, yet miserable, all in the same day.

Loving someone isn’t a hard task, it’s not a chore, you don’t wake up one day and decide to break their heart because you got all hot and bothered, that doesn’t happen!” he boomed.

You need to grow up, and realize what it is you need right now, and what you can live without.

Life is a ride that we take, sometimes with a passenger, other timesall alone. How you bounce back from life tells a lot about you as aperson. Some people fight to the death, others are more a part of deathand never truly understand why this is so……

Death is around everyone’s corner, people try to run and hide from it, but it al-ways catches up with them. Like a bad scene from a horror movie. Death stalks you like a lion, waiting for just the right moment to attack. You can run but sooner or later you’ll trip and death will devour you. Did anyone know the secret to outrun death? No one that lived to tell about it, that’s saying something right?

Had I just made a date with a tatted up bat wielding miscreant?

Well, I guess I picked wrong then. Jesse doesn't like girls.

Slade and sex went together. He was a walking aphrodisiac, from the top of his head, to the black boots on his feet.

I wanted to hear him disappoint me in that sexy domineering way he always did.

If she in fact knows magic she needs to do a spell to adjust that shitty attitude she has all of a sudden,” Nona said. “I may not be a witch, but I will knock her right off that broomstick if she keeps this up.

Don’t you want to know what I did?” I could have killed her for all he knew.“Nope.” He motioned me to him. “Could you be anymore chivalrous?” I touched his face. He smiled.“I’d be anything you need me to be. That’s just who I am,” he said, he tilted his head up.

Life was sucked from me, not any life, my life. And so it goes…..

He didn’t want to admit that his daughter was something more now. I raised my hand guiding one of Nona’s lawn ornaments across the lawn. Making it dance.“Hope,” Dad warned from inside.I dropped it on the lawn. “Such a party pooper.

Does my grandma count as a bodyguard?

I fantasized how no matter what happened, no one could ever come between us, call it wishful thinking, I called it a fact.

Why don’t we just say it already?” He smirked. “I mean come on now.”I eyed him carefully not knowing where to step. “What is it you think we want to say?”“That we love each other. I kick myself every time I stopped myself from saying it. And I know you love me and that’s all that matters,” he said, pulling me close instead of away this time. We stared at the water in a shared silence.My mind wished I could say the same thing, but knowing if I wanted to was the problem. Did I even know how?

I really wasn't sure if I wanted this guy knowing where I lived. After all, he was wielding a baseball bat, and I had just seen him strike several people with that bat.

I pulled him close. “You can try your best. The only problem is after this is all over with reality is going to be waiting for me.”He took my shirt off and tossed it over his shoulder pulling me down on the couch. He kissed me again, biting at my lip. “Ignorance is bliss.

It would have been magical I was sure, if I hadn't caught my marshmallow on fire and dropped it on his shoe.

Have you ever felt happy and miserable at the same time?” I sighed.“Yes.” Hutch sat up. He threw the covers back and got out of bed. He opened up the blinds sending rays of bright sunlight into his room. “But I got over it. I figured out no matter how much I worried about it nothing ever changed.

You like? she asked Slade. He gave her a head nod and she vanished behind the curtain.That's my sister, he said, pointing at the closed curtain.I shrugged. "I'm glad you guys are so close.

Yeah, I was just curious. I concentrated on my footsteps.Yeah, well, next time you think about stepping into rock concerts you might want to bring a bodyguard.I stopped and turned around. I brought my hands to my hips, a bit offended. What is that supposed to mean?He dropped the end of the bat into the sand. It means your small.

Dying was misery. Death was that period at the end of the sentence.

Is that a rule? Do you have a rule that you can’t kiss people in the morning?

Frankie raised an eyebrow. Look at you getting all sentimental. You know where to find me.Delaney nodded. That doesn’t mean you want to be found. Come on. One drink.

Frankie scanned her eyes. I don’t ask for things. I take them.

If you want to get rid of Rose then fine, I’ll take care of it. But I don’t think that is going to solve your problem. You’ll still be here. And you are your problem.

Sam studied his brother. At one time he thought Frankie had a good head on his shoulders. Sure, he had a temper. And he was conceited. But he always used common sense. But now he wasn’t so sure if that were true. He had brought him his lifeless fiancé. Like a dog dragging in a dead rabbit looking for praise.

One, you moved here with your father, which means your a daddy's girl. No girl leaves their mother unless they are.

She promised him she would love him until she was physically unable to anymore and then after when all she could do was hold his photograph.

You don’t need to drink to get over your feelings. Deal with your feelings that’s how you get over them,

I wasn't used to guys making me blush, and I wasn't sure why he even was making me blush.