How Can A Little Thing Be So

Yes, You Are Exactly My Brand Of Heroin.

Of Course, I Still Saw Edward At School, Because There Wasn't Anything Charlie [her Dad] Could Do About That. And Then, Edward Spent Almost Every Night In My Room, Too, But Charlie Wasn't Precisely Aware Of That. Edward's Ability To Climb Easily And Silently Through My Second-story Window Was Almost As Useful As His Ability To Read Charlie's Mind.

It's Pretty Obvious, Isn't It? I'm Joining Your Crappy Little Renegade Pack. The Vampires' Guard Dogs.

He Shifted His Weight, Throwing His Good Leg Off The Bed As If He Were Going To Try To Stand. “what Are You Doing?” I Demanded Through The Tears. “lie Down, You Idiot, You’ll Hurt Yourself!” I Jumped To My Feet And Pushed His Good Shoulder Down With Two Hands. He Surrendered, Leaning Back With A Gasp Of Pain, But He Grabbed Me Around My Waist And Pulled Me Down On The Bed, Against His Good Side. I Curled Up There, Trying To Stifle The Silly Sobs Against His Hot Skin.

That Actually Is One Of My Huge Challenges Right Now Because I Write Best At Night, No Question. I Can Focus. You Know You're Not Getting Any Phone Calls, I Can Shut Everything Down, And I'm Just More Creative At Night.