Just stand. Bend. Balance.
She sits in the driveway, freezing, for thirty-six minutes. Arguing with herself. Because she thinks she’s in love with him too. And there are two ways she can be a fool in love right now. She chooses the harder one. And knocks on the door.
Janie’s hip buzzes again. Maybe she’ll have to have her whole leg amputated, she thinks sadly. That would really suck.
Janie. Does not like. To be called. Buffy.
Janie: Did you ever sell drugs? Cabel: Yes. Pot. Ninth and tenth grade. I was, uh…rather troubled back then. Janie: Why did you stop? Cabel: Got busted, and Captain made me a better deal. Janie: So you’ve been a narc since then? Cabel: I cringe at your terminology.
Hippie said he couldn’t stay. Be back tomorrow -Love,Mom
Janie blinks and leans against the wall, just in case. But it’s no one’s dream. It’s just the end of some things. And the beginning of others.
I know i’ll screw up. But i’ll keep trying, as long as you let me.
You – best secret boyfriend ever.
Jacian Obregon. It sounds like a melody. Or a tragedy.
Janie: So you’re a double agent? Cabel: Sure.That sounds sexy.
Feels like I’m in a play and I don’t know all my lines.