When they separated, the freckleless spot between Pete's eyes was bright red. Before anything else could be said or done, May grabbed her bike and hopped on. She waited until she was six houses down to turn and see if he was still standing in the driveway watching her.
He was.
She stopped for just a moment, and they caught each other's eyes. Then he slowly started walking backward toward the house. May couldn't see that well, considering that her eyes were still a little blurry and he was far away, but it looked like he was smiling.
You should really, like, dump her and date me instead,' May heard herself saying, all confidence. 'I'm not as irritating. I mean, I'm irritating, but I'm not as bad as she is. And you know me better. Wouldn't that be funny? I mean, we've already hooked up, so we're good.'
We broke up,' Pete said quickly. His voice was so bright that May could hear the smile coming through. For a moment she was confused.
Who, you and me?'
No. Nell and i.'
Oh . . .'
The meter in her brain clicked once or twice, signaling May that she'd probably said enough.
I have to go,' she said suddenly. 'Okay? I think that's great. Cool. Okay. Gotta go now. Hey, Pete, I love you!
She was standing in the airport of Copenhagen, staring at a doorway, trying to figure out if it was (a) a bathroom and (b) what kind of bathroom it was. The door merely said H.
Was she an H? Was H "hers"? It could just as easily be "his". Or "Helicopter Room: Not a Bathroom at All
The locker at the end of her bed had no lock, and one of the hinges was busted. She opened it up.
There was a thing in it.
The thing might have been a sandwich at some point, or an animal, or a human hand...but what it was now was fuzzy and putrid.
A minute later, Ginny was down the stairs, out the door, and gone.
I never shut up'
Yes, you do'
Not much'
I could make you shut up'
Oh, yeah?...How?
She wasn't only gay, she was a gay elf.
Maureen JohnsonThe funny thing about stop signs is that they're also start signs.
Maureen JohnsonTag: maureen-johnson the-key-to-the-golden-firebird
Listen, haircut...'
Did you just call me haircut?' he asked.
Yes. You know there's no reason we can't go online. It's crazy.'
Why'd you call me haircut?' he asked, touching his hair. 'Is it because I have a great haircut?'
You figure it out,' she answered.
-Clio and Aiden, Girl At Sea by Maureen Johnson
I sleep better knowing that a naked cork-eater is not sneaking around at night, stealing my underwear.
Maureen JohnsonTag: sleep bad-roommates
I'm Keith," he said, "and you're . . . clearly mad, but what's your name?
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