When we became teenagers boredom grew like a moth in a cocoon fighting to escape, and the peace created by our parents became a prison. We sought excitement and adventure. We sought anything but the sinless, pure, and average of the faux idyllic.

Most of the girls I've met since moving here have failed to ignite any modicum of enduring interest. Of course, I've dated; I'm seventeen years old and as horny as the next guy.

Reed wanted to believe, and he had to place faith in her, to have a life with her. “Ruby, the one thing I know for certain is I love you. I have faith in you. I believe in you.

I engage in subtle stalking. That's entirely different and perfectly socially acceptable.

I decided to write the book I wanted to read

I don’t know if it was just me making things up in my head but after the fear in their eyes had gone what replaced it was like a sad kind of wondering. A wondering of where the old me was hiding. A wondering about where the old me had gone to. It was like I had suddenly been taken over by someone else and they could see the old me had fallen away for good.

She had a new secret, the strenght of the moon, looking at her

Mom let go of us and leaned back so she could look us both in the eye. “No more spending the night in the tree fort, you two.

All this silence between us, to protect her, and what has it wrought! How unthinking I was,” he cringed as he beat himself up inside.