I nod, resting my head against his chest, but then remeber something, "Sh*t. Vanessa is gonna freak...out..." I sigh, "This is gonna be funnn." I chuckle.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
