What Do You Mean It Wasn't Anything?

Screw You," I Told Him In A Low Voice. "are You Offering?” "from What I've Heard, There Isn't Much To Screw," I Shot Back.

Adrian Shook His Head, Still Smiling. "i've Said Over And Over, I'd Do Anything For You. I Just Keep Hoping It'll Be Something Like, 'adrian, Let's Go Hot Tubbing' Or 'adrian, Take Me Out For Fondue.'" "well, Sometimes We Have To--did You Say Fondue?" Sometimes It Was Impossible To Follow Adrian's Train Of Thought. "why In The World Would I Ever Say That?" He Shrugged. "i Like Fondue.

You Fixed Yourself. You Didn’t Need Me.” “no, Sydney.” My Voice Was Ragged. “i Do Need You. You Have No Idea How Much I Need You.

I Didn't Think My Day Could Get Any Worse Until My Best Friend Told Me She Might Be Going Crazy. Again.

Is Hopper Celebrating With You?” “hopper? Why Would—” My Mouth Snapped Shut For A Few Moments. “oh. I, Uh, Kind Of Forgot About Him.