For that moment, I wasn’t overwhelmed and scared what his love meant. Just wishing he were there. (Not there-there, obviously, since I was naked, but...)

What a poetic bastard.

It frightened me when I stepped out the side door and the outline of someone standing there began to react. He only meant to cover me with his umbrella, but I shouted at him, and once we were walking up the street, he started laughing to himself.

"Wait! Who is it?"
He made that quiet laugh he was renowned for and I almost held my breath waiting for the answer. He checked over his shoulder before he had his answer. "I really can’t pick. Like Richard, his temper is record-setting. Like Moncharmin, he only pretends to know a thing about music. I’ll be back," he repeated.

"People who take advantage of me, or try to, don’t know me the next day, or know me with great desire not to."

If there wasn’t enough PDA at school already, Valentine’s Day reminded everyone that there were hands to be held, faces to be sucked, and asses to be grabbed.

The cast got into a giant circle backstage and started shouting with enough force to bring down the nonexistent chandelier, but maybe parts of the fly system. The people up there were yelling straight back at us.

"I was excited. You were beautiful and then you vanished."
"That pretty much describes you every day," I played. His snicker was short-lived

"Then how about this: come outside just for a short bit, and I’ll give you a night’s worth of me." His laugh began to take hold of me, and I fell back on the bed in excitement.