Hey Hottie Quotes

Um, what's cooking in that sadistic brain of yours?" Jen asked nervously. Sally's eyes snapped open. "I was just thinking that maybe if you met someone else then you could get past your furry problem." "My furry problem? Really? You make it sound like I have abnormal leg hair growth or something." Jen rolled her eyes. "Look." Sally stopped Jen before she could walk out of the room. "Let's just give it a go. You, me, and Jacque – tonight. We'll get Sorin to take us somewhere where there are going to be guys. Then you can do your thing." "My thing?" Jen asked, raising her eyebrows. "Yeah. You know, your thing. The hottie hunting thing." Jen laughed. "Man, it sounded like such a good idea at the time." Sally groaned. "Oh, come on, Jen." Jen interrupted her before Sally could continue. "Don’t. Don't do that whiny voice." "Then say you will go tonight," Sally challenged. "Or are you chicken?" "You really like living on the edge, don't you, Thelma?" "Hey, I'm just calling it how I see it.

I’m cheerful because the alternative is to see obstacles everywhere and expect people will hurt you. I choose to live in full color. I choose to say hey there to the hotties, fuck off to the haters, tell lovers how I want it, and people how it shall be.

Fine. If it’s not a date, then let’s go out, bitches. When was the last time we actually let our hair down? Let’s go clubbing this Friday night,” Romi eagerly encourages. Sienna scoffs. “I haven’t gone clubbing in years. I’m too old for that now.” Romi bites back. “And little miss Daddy do-gooder over here needs to let her hair down too.” She points in Lili’s direction. “Hey!” Lily shrieks. The two have been friends since elementary school. “And you!” Romi points at me. “If we’re all drier than the Sahara desert right now and you’re being honest and not mounting that hunk, then we all need to find fresh meat. I’m bored. I’m sick of not living through you guys or having a hottie to bang myself.

You asked me who I’d been seeing? The mystery guy?” “Ohhhhhh.” Emily’s eyes lit up at the promise of early morning gossip. “Why, yes. I do remember that.” Emily rested her chin on her hands, settling in for my story. “I don’t think you need me for this.” Simon threw up defensive hands and went into the kitchen in search of coffee. I gave him a thin smile of appreciation that he didn’t see, then I turned back to Emily and, for the first time, spilled the whole story. Of being so lonely I couldn’t handle it anymore. Of drinking one glass of wine too many and sending that first message to Dex. His response. Our emails. Texts. And realizing last night that it had all been a lie. “So . . .” While I’d been talking Emily refilled our coffee mugs, and now she sat down again, staring hard at my laptop. “All this time you thought it was Dex, but it was Daniel writing to you instead?” “Exactly.” I nodded emphatically. “Are you kidding me?” I jumped at Simon’s voice, harsher, angrier than I was used to hearing him. He was back, leaning against the archway again, his own mug of coffee in his hands. “What kind of Cyrano de Bergerac bullshit is that?” Emily clucked her tongue and turned in her chair. “I don’t know about that,” she said. “Of course it is!” He gestured to my laptop. “Look, I’ve known the Dueling Kilts for years. They’ve played the Faire since . . . well, I think since the first year we started hiring outside acts. And they’re great guys. But there’s no way that Dex MacLean could string together a coherent sentence, much less an elaborate email.” “Hey.” I felt a lick of defensive anger for the hottie I’d hooked up with. But then I thought about it and, well, Simon wasn’t wrong. Hadn’t I thought something similar when I’d first started hearing from Dex? Daniel? Who-the-hell-ever? “Okay, yeah,” I said. “That’s fair.” Simon’s smile wasn’t unkind as he finished his point. “Which means he got Daniel to write those emails for him. And that’s classic Cyrano.” “Yeah, but what about the texts?” Emily picked up my phone and waved it at him. “Daniel was using his own phone number. You think Dex was standing over his shoulder, telling him what to say?” “He could have been.” “I don’t think so. Besides, in the original play, Cyrano and Christian were both in love with Roxane, but Cyrano sacrificed his chance to be with her because he thought she loved Christian more. But we don’t know if that’s the case here. Maybe Daniel . . .” “What the hell is wrong with you two?” I closed my laptop with a snap and took my phone back from Emily. “You’re both nerds, you know that? In this century we don’t go straight for a Cyrano reference. We call it catfishing.” Simon snorted, and Emily bit down on her bottom lip, but amusement danced in her eyes. “Well, yeah. That’s true. But Simon does have a point.” “Of course I do.” He blew across the top of his mug before taking a sip. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t you have sets to finish painting?

Teaser Stand By You, vol. 1 "Hey, Sleeping Beauty! Time to wake up!” Max’s voice wakes me up and I can feel the mattress sink down next to me. “Aloys, don’t make me kiss you to wake you up,” she says, “even though you wouldn’t really have to force me to do that.” Her laughter penetrates and I can feel my lips start to smile. “I’m awake, I don’t need a kiss.” “That’s too bad,” Max sighs. I sit up and glance in her direction. She’s wearing a black Stetson, smiling and greets me taking off her Stetson. “Howdy cowboy!” “Um, howdy cowgirl! “See that, I’m blending in with the locals!” “I did, and you’re doing a good job of it.” “I know,” she says, “I’m a hottie and just look at this pair of boots!” I raise my head to look at her feet, and she is wearing a nice pair of boots, her feet look tiny in them. “Sweet, you look like a real cowgirl now.” I sit straight up and watch her smiling when she looks at her boots. “Now I can walk in a huge cow pie!

Hey, I’m from Wisconsin, I was raised not to show emotions.” Not really. My mom always told me I could cry. It was my grandfather who said I couldn’t.