It`d better work this time, or I´ll kick the bumper so hard it`ll pop out of the exhaust pipe.

After dunking his thoughts in a quick cold shower, he got his mind back on track.

He´d followed her in, locked the door and tried to kiss her,…. He missed having the tip of his tongue bitten off by millimeters. Then she kneed him in the nuts and went at him with the closest weapon at hand, which happened to be a toilet brush - but hey, those bristles could hurt if shoved somewhere with enough force.

one simple kiss? Something must`ve shorted in her brain, because this kiss tap-danced all over simple.

The look he shot his sister could`ve given her a free chemical peel.

His brain cells had sunk to an area of his body that didn´t help his vocabulary skills.

Water overflowed from the broken guttering, cascading from the missing down pipe over the flaky clapboard siding. A faded tarpaulin nailed over a window appeared to breathe as the wind sucked it in and puffed it out again.

A huge blue and white umbrella unfolded out of the vehicle, followed by two legs clad in a masculine-sized pair of gumboots. The driver nudged the door shut and ploughed through the downpour like a striped galleon, only his oilskin coat and denim-clad calves showing.

You just gotta realize relationships are a contact sport, and if you run too fast, nobody`ll pass you the ball.

Nate found maneuvering the boy into his arms was as easy as picking up a sack of potatoes. Only potatoes didn´t wrap tiny arms around your neck and snore against your shoulder.