You Aren't Exactly The Best

"happy Birthday," He Sighed, And Leaned Down To Touch His Lips To Mine. I Reached Up On My Toes To Make The Kiss Last Longer When He Pulled Away. He Smiled My Favorite Crooked Smile, And Then He Disappeared Into The Darkness.

Too Young,too Young,she Chanted To Herself. Wrong,of Course. I Was Older Than Her Grandfather But According To My Driver's License,she Was Right.

If There Was A Jane Austen Camp, I Would Go, No Question.

She Wasn't Speaking To Me - In The Juvenile, Petty Sense Of The Phrase.

Of Course, Then You Nearly Crushed To Death In Front Of My Eyes. Later I Thought Of A Perfectly Good Excuse For Why I Acted At That Moment - Because If I Hadn't Saved You, If Your Blood Had Been Spilled There In Front Of Me, I Don't Think I Could Have Stopped Myself From Exposing Us For What We Are. But I Only Thought Of That Excuse Later. At The Time, All I Could Think Was, 'not Her.