I bite my lip and take a chance, not caring if she kills me later, "Jackie loves Nic!" I yell at the top of my lungs, her looking at me before swallowing.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Poems were like people. Some people you got right off the bat. Some people you just don't get - and never would get. — Benjamin Alire Saenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe