I Think Ian Likes You Too Much

Funny How It Kept Hitting Me, Like Each New Thing Was A Surprise. When Was I Going To Stop Being Surprised?

You…made…me…faint,” I Accused Him Dizzily. “what Am I Going To Do With You?” He Groaned In Exasperation. “yesterday I Kiss You, And You Attack Me! Today You Pass Out On Me!” I Laughed Weakly, Letting His Arms Support Me While My Head Spun. “so Much For Being Good At Everything,” He Sighed. “that's The Problem.” I Was Still Dizzy. “you're Too Good. Far, Far Too Good.

Children In The Abstract, Had Never Appealed To Me. They Seemed To Be Loud Creatures, Often Dripping Some Form Of Goo.

Driving At The Speed Limit--hideous Thought.

You Really Should Stay Away From Me.