If you want to understand the principle of scarcity, just look in the fridge for vegetables after your brother has gone shopping.

You not wanting to break me? Broke me.

It’d been nice to daydream, but destructive too.

The worst thing I’ve done on a date? Ask who her favorite serial killer is. Under a bridge. In the dark.

He shifts enough to bring us closer, and the rock gently rolls. His tender gaze strokes my face. “You are my rock.” He squeezes my hand the way I squeezed his on the soccer field at Newtown High.

Mom led Jaime down a hall of crystal cabinets and ushered him into the floral armchair that Theo had once purposely peed on as a kid. The pee story was the first out of their mom’s mouth. Whatever. He’d been four. Mom should have given him the cookie.

The worst thing I’ve done on a date? Ask who her favortie serial killer is. Under a bridge. In the dark.” Theo to Leone, mentally preparing for his date with Liz.

Don’t tell him to stop but don’t let him play my song too long. There are others he should be playing.

We are tutor and student. Roommates. Sparring partners. Friends. Anything you want us to be.

Where did all the snakes go? They swiped my peanut butter.