Unfortunately I’m not a romantic at heart. But! It’s a day universally acknowledge for disgusting lovey-dovey stuff, so let’s have a game, shall we?
how it works:
– there are 10 couples
– guess what bookish couple from the clues
– there’s a snippet of the cover and several quotes (with names omitted) from the book
– winner gets to give me chocolate (okay, I’m joking…but still)
Good luck, blogglings!
“Can I get some warning next time? A quick ‘Hey I’m going to snap your bone with my bare hands right now. Brace yourself.'”
“Do that thing where you look blank, like you have no feelings at all.”
“I think that’s just my face.”
“Want to dance? We have music this time. And I don’t have to punch you when we finish.”
“You are nothing but a bird with an attitude.”
“You’re like a little girl demanding answers to questions during a covert operation. Why is the sky blue, daddy? Can I ask that man with the machine gun where the bathroom is?”
“Talk to middle management.”
“You have nothing left.”
“He has me,” I say.
“Are you afraid of me, too?”
“Terrified,” he replies with a smile.
“I might be in love with you. I’m waiting until I’m sure to tell you, though.”
“Can you be a girl for a few seconds?”
“I’m always a girl.”
“You know what I mean. Like a silly, annoying girl”
I twirl my hair around my finger. “Kay.”
“You know, most boys would enjoy being trapped in close quarters with a girl.”
“Not claustrophobic people.”
It is easier to trick others into perceiving you as beautiful if you can convince yourself you are beautiful.
“I know this is stupid, but part of me felt like if I could come see you today, if I could convince you to go with me tonight, then maybe I could still change things. It’s dumb, I know.”
“Do your kind even know what love is?”
“Basically, everyone thinks–knows–how sweet I am.”
“You threw my sister through hurricane-proof glass.”
“What did I do?”
“What did you do? Well, for starters, you used your face to stop a cafeteria door from swinging open.”
“Oh, and I need to known where Jersey is and if I have enough money to buy it.”
“Uh, we didn’t get your name. Did you get his name?” she asks, as if on cue.
“I tried. But he wouldn’t tell me, so I tackled him,” I say, rolling my eyes.
He looked as though I’d just run over his pet puppy (though no actual puppies were harmed in the formation of that metaphor).
“…she has no idea what to do when she meets an ordinary boy who thinks she’s an ordinary girl.”
“…tell Suzie she’s a lucky cat.”
“How’s the lasagna?”
I started to say something before I remembered that my mouth was…well…otherwise engaged.
“You two are too cute. Seriously. How long have you been going out?”
I wrinkled my nose to cover a laugh.
“Remember that when you look at me. Remember it’s me. Please.”
“Lunch.” I said. “Immediately. I’m going to wither away to absolutely nothing. Then you’ll be racked with guilt.”
“I doubt it.”
It was the perfect moment to tell her. This is my last year. But I couldn’t say it. Not yet. I wanted another minute, another hour, another night of pretending this wasn’t the end.
I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.
It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.
“Y’all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.”
“You know curiosity gets men killed.”
I grinned. “Then I daresay it’s good I’m a woman.”
“Don’t think I’ll look after you, though-the world would be better off with one less princess.”
“I’m not a princess.”
“A queen then?”
“No! That’s not what I meant–“
“Oh, an empress. I see. Pardon me, Your Majesty.”
I brandished my parasol at him like a rapier. “You, sir, are an abominable scalawag of a man, and I’ll be damned if I let you threaten me.”
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
“Why do you like me?”
“I don’t like you.”
He waited. And waited…
Then he started to laugh. “You’re kind of mean,” he said.
“Don’t laugh. It just encourages me.”
She couldn’t repay him. She couldn’t even appropriately thank him. How can you thank someone for The Cure? Or the X-Men? Sometimes it felt like she’d always be in his debt.
Also: Happy Valentine’s Day and all that goop.