I’ve never really had a party before.” “Why did you have one now?” I say, just to keep him talking. He gives a half laugh. “I thought if I had a party, you would come.

...I've never really had a party before.""Why did you have one now?" I say, just to keep him talking.He gives a half laugh. "I thought if I had a party, you would come.

Why do you flirt with Mr. Daimler? He's a perv, you know."I'm so surprised by the question it takes me a second to answer. "Mr. Daimler is not a perv.""Trust me, he is.""Jealous?""Hardly.""I don't flirt with him, anyway."Kent rolls his eyes. "Sure."I shrug my shoulders. "Why so interested?"Kent goes red and drops his eyes to the floor. "No reason," he mumbles.

And then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between where everything you wish for comes true, I feel the flutter of his lips on mine, but it's too late, I'm slipping, I'm gone, he's gone, and the moment curls away and back on itself like a flower folding up for the night.

whatever I was writing, I was always trying to write my way back to you.