Nothing He Said Could Change What I

Really, Sage? A Date?” I Sighed. “yes, Adrian. A Date.” “a Real Date. Not, Like, Doing Homework Together,” He Added. “i Mean Like Where You Go Out To A Movie Or Something. And A Movie That’s Not Part Of A School Assignment. Or About Something Boring.” “a Real Date.

As Much As I Hated To Admit It, I Kind Of Looked Forward To Seeing Him. It Made No Sense, But Something About His Infuriating Nature Made Me Forget About My Other Worries. Weirdly, I Felt Like I Could Relax Around Him.

Half Condemn Him And Write Him Off As Useless Like Him Dad. The Other Half Just Shrug And Indulge Him And Say, ‘well, That’s Adrian.

After The Bitching I'd Done To Abe About Going To Remote, Crappy Places, I Should Have Been Excited About The Prospect Of Going To Sin City.

... Imperfection Would Get Me Farther Than Perfection.