"Possesive?" I chuckle. "Um. Okay?" I smile wrapping my arms around him. "And whatever girl looks at you the way I do I'll eat them." I said, giggling.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
He flashes a smile and looks back at her. "When has another girl looked at me like you do? And you can't say anything about your weird twin because it doesn't count."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I tell the neophyte: Write a million words–the absolute best you can write, then throw it all away and bravely turn your back on what you have written. At that point, you’re ready to begin. — David Eddings
