I slid over to the edge of the bed and leaned back, letting my hair fall onto him.
"Ack!" he cried. "Don't scare me like that!

“Then he said, "Nice bed head," and I knew it was the real Spencer.”

“I hate when I'm an idiot and I don't know it. I like to be aware of my idiocy, …”

“Why was it that whenever I started to not detest him, he did something like thi…”

“No I just feel a little dizzy. You know, like when you try to read the newspape…”