ethan-wate

I guess the sky in real life isn__ actually perfect. Maybe that__ what makes it so perfect.

You can read minds, and you didn't tell me?_ Link stared at me like he just found out I was the Silver Surfer. He rubbed his head nervously. __ey, man, all that stuff about Lena? I was yankin_ your chain._ He looked away. __re you doin_ it now? You're doin_ it, aren't you? Dude, get out of my head._ He backed away from me and into the bookshelf.__ can't read your mind, you idiot.

Well? Is it true? Did she?""Did she what?""You know. Fall outta the crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down?

Hey, Ethan.""Yeah?""Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade, the day we met?""The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice."He grinned and shot the ball. "It never really fell on the floor. I made that part up.

It wasn't about how she looked, which was pretty, even though she was always wearing the wrong clothes and those beat-up sneakers. It wasn't about what she said in class--usually something no one else would've thought of, and if they had, something they wouldn't have dared to say. It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.

Jump or stay in the boat.

She didn't say a work, and I gave up trying, because you couldn't hear either one of us over the shattering noise of hearts breaking and the looming shadow of the last word, the one we refused to say.