You Can Call Me Patch. No Really.

Before I Could Stop Myself, I Punched His Arm. “careful,” He Said In A Low Voice. “they Might Think We’re Flirting.

Did I Really Want To Stay On This Road Longer, Knowing It Was Only Going To End In Devastation?

Tell Me What's Going On Here. Why Can I Hear Your Voice Inside My Head And Why Did You Say You Came To School For Me?" "i Was Tired Of Admiring Your Legs From A Distance.

He Was Abominable...and The Most Alluring, Tortured Soul I'd Ever Met.

The Patch I Knew Didn't Run From Anyone.