I’ve Been Listening To How

You...are...a...frige...with...wings...we...are...freaking...ballet...dancers!

I'm Way Hot," He Muttered. "but I Don't Feel Sick. Just — Way Hot." Fang

Okay, That So Did Me In. Mr. Rock Being All Emotional? Expressing His Feelings?" P. 12

Do You Know How Fast You Were Going?" Fang Looked At The Speedometer..."no," He Said Truthfully. I Tagged You At Seventy Miles Per Hour,"she Said, Pulling Out A Clipboard. I Let Out An Impressed Whistle. "excellent! I Never Thought We'd Be That Fast." Fang Shot Me A Look And I Put My Hand Over My Mouth.

I Don't Know Why, But Life Is Usually More Complicated Than The Plans That We Make.