Because It's Simple, I Love

I Can Pick A Lock. How Do You Think I Got Into My Parents' Liquor Cabinet In Middle School?

Oh," He Said, Knocking A Red Ball Into A Hole. "it's You." "you Were Expecting Someone Else?" I Asked. "am I Interrupting Your Social Calender?" I Made A Big Show Of Glancing Around The Empty Room. "i Don't Want To Keep You From The Mob Of Fans Beating Down Your Door." "hey, A Guy Can Hope. I Mean, It's Not Impossible That A Car Full Of Scantily Clad Sorority Girls Might Break Down Outside And Need My Help.

Then Why Are You Crying?” “because Of You!” I Beat My Fists On His Chest. “because I Love You, And I Don’t Know What To Do! I Can Solve Almost Any Problem, But I Can’t Solve This. I Don’t Know How To Deal With That. And I’m Afraid! Afraid For You! Do You Know What It’d Do To Me If Something Happens To You?” I Stopped Hitting Him And Clasped My Hands Over My Own Chest, As Though There Was A Danger My Heart Might Fall Out. “this! This Would Break. Shatter. Crumble. Crumble Until It Was Dust.” I Dropped My Hands. “blown Away On The Wind Until There Was Nothing Left.

Nice Blouse, Sage,” Adrian Told Me, Deadpan. “it Really Brings Out The Khaki In Your Pants.

I Supposed If You Were Going To Make A Career Of Breaking Laws, You Might As Well Know Them.