holder

Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.

Daniel?__ raise an eyebrow to match his expression. __older?___hat are you up to?___ do not know what you are talking about,_ I reply innocently.__ou do know what I am talking about because when you are lying, you do not use contractions when you spe

Your name. That__ all I want._ I debate on whether or not I should explain to him that my name isn't going to help him in his stalking endeavours.

It's crap that you're letting on bad year determine your fate for the rest of your life.

Whatever connection we thought we had before this...it doesn't compare to this moment. No matter what happens between us in life, this moment has just merged pieces of our souls together. Well always have that, and in a way it's comforting to know.

I think I'd rather be heading to detention right now than to talk to him. My stomach is tied up in so many knots it could make a boy scout envious.

Does not-your boyfriend realize I'm Mormon?"I nod. "It turns out, Holder doesn't have an issue with Mormons at all. He just has an issue with assholes.

I stop stretching and face him, unwilling to back down from this visual standoff. I'm not going to let him perform his little Jedi mind tricks on me, no matter how much I wish I could perform them on him. He__ completely unreadable and even more unpredictable. It pisses me off.

It's amazing what the sound of a voice you've been longing to hear can do to your heart. He spoke five words just now, but in the time it took him to speak those five words, my heart was shredded and minced, then placed back inside my chest with the expectation that it should somehow know how to beat again.

You have a nice mouth," he says. "I can't stop looking at it.""You should taste it. It's quite lovely.

You probably faked passing out the other day, just so you could be carried in my hot, sweaty, manly arms.

Feel free to look around, but being as though there aren't any people eighteen or older here, stay off the bed. I'm not allowed to get pregnant this weekend.

You have to let it go. You can hold on to the hate and the love and even the bitterness, but you have to go of the blame. The blame is what's tearing you down, babe." -Sky

Breckin, this is Holder. Holder is not my boyfriend, but if I catch him trying to break the record for best first kiss with another girl, then he'll soon be my not breathing non-boyfriend.

I live you," I whisper to him. He kisses my head again and signs into my hair. "I don't think I live you back anymore. I'm pretty sure I've moved beyond that. Actually, I'm positive I've moved beyond that, but I'm still not ready to say it to you. When I say it, I want it to be separate from this day. I don't want you to remember it like this.

I can already tell he isn't the kind of guy a girl gets a simple crush on. He's the kind of guy you fall hard for, and the thought of that terrifies me.

My eyes trail from his hand to the tattoo written in small script across his forearm. Hopeless

I pull his mouth to mine and I kiss him. I kiss him for always having the perfect thing to say. I kiss him for always being there for me. I kiss him for supporting whatever decision I think I might need to make. I kiss him for being so patient with me while I figure everything out. I kiss him because I can__ think of anything better than climbing back inside that car with him and talking about everything we__l do when we get to Hawaii. - Sky