Sometimes, Kismet Happens.

Uncle Jeb," We Croaked In Surprise. "you Found Us." "well, Now," He Said, And His Gruff Voice Brought Back A Hundred Memories. "well, Now, Here's A Pickle.

I Think Being A Teenager Is Such A Compelling Time Period In Your Life--it Gives You Some Of Your Worst Scars And Some Of Your Most Exhilarating Moments. It's A Fascinating Place; Old Enough To Feel Truly Adult, Old Enough To Make Decisions That Affect The Rest Of Your Life, Old Enough To Fall In Love, Yet, At The Same Time Too Young (in Most Cases) To Be Free To Make A Lot Of Those Decisions Without Someone Else's Approval.

You Could Run From Someone You Feared, You Could Try To Fight Someone You Hated. All My Reactions Were Geared Toward Those Kinds Of Killers – The Monsters, The Enemies. When You Loved The One Who Was Killing You, It Left You No Options. How Could You Run, How Could You Fight, When Doing So Would Hurt That Beloved One? If Your Life Was All You Had To Give Your Beloved, How Could You Not Give It? If It Was Someone You Truly Loved?

Um," Doc Said In A Mild Voice, "medically Speaking, I'm Not Sure That Was The Most Helpful Thing For His Condition." "but I Feel Better," Jared Answered, Sullen. Doc Smiled The Tiniest Smile. "well, Maybe A Few More Minutes Of Unconsciousness Won't Kill Him.

Because When I Thought Of Him, Of His Voice, His Hypnotic Eyes, The Magnetic Force Of His Personality, I Wanted Nothing More Than To Be With Him Right Now.