Why Can You Believe The Lie, But

So What You're Saying Is, I'm Your Brand Of Heroin?" I Teased, Trying To Lighten The Mood. He Smiled Swiftly, Seeming To Appreciate My Effort. "yes, You Are Exactly My Brand Of Heroin.

There's No Law That Says I Can't Cook In My Own House." - Charlie Swan

I'll Meet You At The Altar" "i'll Be The One In White!

Can't You Just Thank Me And Get Over It?" "thank You." I Waited, Fuming And Expectant. "you're Not Going To Let It Go, Are You?" "no." "in That Case . . . I Hope You Enjoy Disappointment." We Scowled At Each Other In Silence. I Was The First To Speak, Trying To Keep Myself Focused. I Was In Danger Of Being Distracted By His Livid, Glorious Face. It Was Like Trying To Stare Down A Destroying Angel. "why Did You Even Bother?" I Asked Frigidly. He Paused, And For A Brief Moment His Stunning Face Was Unexpectedly Vulnerable. "i Don't Know," He Whispered.

It's A Little Dense, Don't You Think, To Antagonize The Strongest Vampire In The House?' Emmett Threw His Head Back And Snorted. 'please!' [...] I Took A Deep Breath. 'emmett, How Do You Feel About A Little Bet?' He Was On His Feet At Once. 'awesome. Bring It.