Was She Telling You To Stay Away

Derek Looked Around, Like He Was Searching For Something To Use. Then He Stripped Off His Shirt. I Tried Not To Look Away. Not That He Looked Bad Without His Shirt. The Opposite, Actually, Which Is Why...let's Just Say Friends Are Really Better When They're Fully Clothed.

I Have To. I've Been Fighting It All Night. I'm Going To Lose. My Battle Is As Futile As A Woman Feeling The First Pangs Of Labor And Deciding It's An Inconvenient Time To Give Birth. Nature Wins Out. It Always Does.

There Are Just As Many Bitches Out There As Bastards. Equal Opportunity Asshole-ism.

Bingo Pup. It's A Lesson Best Learned Early. They're All Afraid Of Us." He Strolled Over To Derek. "you're Trying To Be A Good Kid, Aren't You? You Think That'll Show Them They're Wrong. So How'd That Working Out For You? Guess What? They Don't Care. To Them, You're A Monster, And Nothing You Do--or Don't Do--will Change Their Minds. My Advice? Give 'em What They Want. It's A Short, Brutal Life." He Smiled. "live It Up." Derek Stared Straight Ahead, Patiently Waiting. "he Can't Hear A Word I'm Saying, Can He?" Liam Said. "nope.

And Now We Can't," I Said. "which Sucks, But The Main Thing Is That Your Dad's Alive." He Smiled, Hesitant At First, Then A Blazing Grin Broke Through That Made My Heart Stop. I Recovered And Grinned Back And Went To Throw My Arms Around His Neck, Then Stopped, Blushing. Before I Could Pull Back, He Caught My Elbows And Put My Arms Around His Neck And Pulled Me Into A Hug. Then He Jumped, Chair Swiveling So Fast I Nearly Went Flying. I Heard Footsteps In The Hall And I Scrambled Off His Lap Just As Simon Swung In, Breathing Heavily, Like He'd Come Running.