With freedom, flowers, books, and the moon, who could not be happy?
When something bad happens:
When something really good happens:
When one of my favorite characters say something funny:
When a couple that I don’t ship kiss:
When my OTP kiss:
this could not be more true.
Story of my life.
“There`s this guy,” I said, unable to hold back a smile at the thought of Patch. “We`ve been hanging out lately, mostly school stuff.”
“Ooh, a boy,” she said mysteriously. “Well? Is he in the Chess Club? Student Council? The Tennis team?”
“He likes pool,” I offeed optimistically.
“A swimmer! Is he as cute as Michael Phelps? Of course, I always leaned toward Ryan Lochat when it came to appearences.”
Eve said, in a high, squeky, airless voice, “The ghost! Yu`re the ghost Miranda was talking about! Oh my God, Michael,you`re the ghost! You bastard!”
The cold spot followed her. “Dammit, Michael, get out of my room, you pervet!” Could you even be a pervert if you were dead? She supposed you could, if you had a working body half the time. “I swear, I`m going to start taking my clothes off!”
The cold spot stayed resolutely put until she got the hem of her T-shirt all the way up to her bra line and then faded away. “Chicken”