Idaho Girl Quotes

The spark is still there. The problem with sparks was that they were born both bright and short-lived.

Maybe that’s what makes it so hard. When you spend years thinking and dreaming about someone and have them fall back into your life? Sounds like fate to me.

I ain’t marrying no Idaho potato eating black girl without first sampling the goods.

Kissing Travis was like licking raw cookie dough off the spoon; it might be bad for her, but it was too delicious to care.

I came here to tell you that I’M READY. I’M ALL IN, if you’ll have me, because if you won’t, I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life. No one could ever love me the way you do. You’ve forgiven me when other people wouldn’t, you’ve loved me when I couldn’t even love myself, and you’ve shown me that some things are worth fighting for. I accused you of not fighting for me, but the truth is, I’ve never fought for anything. It’s been easier for me to wrap myself in my protective bubble, so I don’t get hurt, but that’s not living. I want to live my life to the fullest… and I can’t do that without you in it.

do you or don't you know the two worlds I'm talking about, the world that doesn't exist where you wish you could be on the dirt road that stretches out of Idaho away from the cave and family? The girl you want lives there. All my life I've wanted to be the grand gesture that forces the mouth open in disbelief Instead I was the lamp cord, collecting dust and never moving. It's easy to be the destroyed one.

Gripping her hips in his hands, he thrust into her, and her eyes closed, her head tilting to the side as he pumped in and out of her, wondering how a quickie in the back of a limo could be the hottest sex he’d had in a long time. It’s her. It’s always been her.

What was it about this infuriating woman that reduced him to a twelve-year-old at the pool?

You have exactly three seconds to get out of here before I do everything I’ve been thinking about since the first day I saw you. You decide. Now.

The ride’s not over yet, princess.

She was the best friend he’d ever had, and he’d tried to resist messing it up, tried not to feel anything else for her, but it was inevitable. He was meant to love Gemma Carlson.

In 1979 Griselda Drown was a senior volleyballer at Boise High, a terrifically tall girl with trunky thighs, slender arms and a volleyball serve that won an Idaho State Championship despite T-shirts claiming it was a team effort.

The trouble with sexy is people have different tastes. Some guys like girls in flashy skimoy clothes with big hair and cowboy boots. Other guys think shy girls that are less obvious are more desirable. Some guys check out her body and others look at her face. It’s all about personal preference.” “What kind of girls do you like?

You heard what she said, idiot. She’s not dating, especially not a man her uptight daddy can’t stand the sight of.

He was going to take that as a yes. "I think it's a spec-fucking-tacular idea. You go inside, I'll go get food." -Chase

I have fun all the time. I am the epitome of fun." He grabbed a coke from the counter and laughed. "Whatever you say, Firecracker." "Firecracker? Why Firecracker?" she asked, ignoring the giddy thrill the nickname gave her. "'Cause you're all wrapped up, just waiting for someone to light your fuse and make you heat up, start to lose control and finally, explode," he said, grinning as he popped his coke lid and took a swig. "And you think that someone's going to be you?" she asked. "I like my odds," he said. -Katie & Chase

Chase went in slowly, giving her every opportunity to stop him, but she didn't . When his lips finally covered hers, she opened her mouth, their tongues meeting and melding together. He started to wrap his arms around her waist, but, remembering her tattoo, slipped his hands down to her ass instead, squeezing it and using it to press her against his aching cock. Gasping, she yanked away from him. "What are we doing? We hardly know each other." "I thought we were getting to know each other really well," he said.

And just like that, he leaned over her, his eyes like warm honey. “Because when I have my way with you, you’ll be awake, you’ll be well, and you’ll be begging me for it.

We share a bittersweet past and a roller-coaster present, but I have a good feeling that the future is going to be a smoother ride.

What is wrong with me? Stop thinking about him. He's just another turd with nice eyes... and lips... okay, so his chest and arms are pretty great..." - Katie's thoughts

I've been thinking about your list." The hand holding the sprayer slipped and she gasped in horror as the full force of water hit him smack in the face. She turned off the water quickly as he flew up spluttering, wiping water from his eyes. Grabbing a towel from the cupboard, she started patting his face dry, blurting, "Oh my God, are you okay? I didn't mean to do that, you just..." He opened one of his eyes and grimaced. "I was going to say that if you want to come by tonight, I'll help you out with number two, but if you're going to drown me, I take it back." - Chase & Katie

You are irresistible, beautiful, and keep me on my toes. You make me want to be a better man, and I need you. You are my first, last, and only love, and I never want to be without you again." -Chase

The people who mock you or make you feel bad never respected you in the first place." -Becca

The game had only two rules. The first was that every statement had to have at least two words in which the first letters were switched. “You’re not my little sister,” Shawn said. “You’re my sittle lister.” He pronounced the words lazily, blunting the t’s to d’s so that it sounded like “siddle lister.” The second rule was that every word that sounded like a number, or like it had a number in it, had to be changed so that the number was one higher. The word “to” for example, because it sounds like the number “two,” would become “three.” “Siddle Lister,” Shawn might say, “we should pay a-eleven-tion. There’s a checkpoint ahead and I can’t a-five-d a ticket. Time three put on your seatbelt.” When we tired of this, we’d turn on the CB and listen to the lonely banter of truckers stretched out across the interstate. “Look out for a green four-wheeler,” a gruff voice said, when we were somewhere between Sacramento and Portland. “Been picnicking in my blind spot for a half hour.” A four-wheeler, Shawn explained, is what big rigs call cars and pickups. Another voice came over the CB to complain about a red Ferrari that was weaving through traffic at 120 miles per hour. “Bastard damned near hit a little blue Chevy,” the deep voice bellowed through the static. “Shit, there’s kids in that Chevy. Anybody up ahead wanna cool this hothead down?” The voice gave its location. Shawn checked the mile marker. We were ahead. “I’m a white Pete pulling a fridge,” he said. There was silence while everybody checked their mirrors for a Peterbilt with a reefer. Then a third voice, gruffer than the first, answered: “I’m the blue KW hauling a dry box.” “I see you,” Shawn said, and for my benefit pointed to a navy-colored Kenworth a few cars ahead. When the Ferrari appeared, multiplied in our many mirrors, Shawn shifted into high gear, revving the engine and pulling beside the Kenworth so that the two fifty-foot trailers were running side by side, blocking both lanes. The Ferrari honked, weaved back and forth, braked, honked again. “How long should we keep him back there?” the husky voice said, with a deep laugh. “Until he calms down,” Shawn answered. Five miles later, they let him pass. The trip lasted about a week, then we told Tony to find us a load to Idaho. “Well, Siddle Lister,” Shawn said when we pulled into the junkyard, “back three work.” — THE WORM CREEK OPERA HOUSE announced a new play: Carousel. Shawn drove me to the audition, then surprised me by auditioning himself. Charles was also there, talking to a girl named

Take it from a middle child; being a middle child sucks. You have neither the responsibility that comes with being the oldest nor the luxury that comes with being the baby. You have N O T H I N G. No label. No identity. Not to mention my fellow middle child, Nicola, was the only girl in the family. See! Nothing! You're the in-between child, squeezed into the order of things. You're the Idaho to New York and Los Angeles. You're the regular-sized cup in between the large and small. (I actually like a good medium-sized drink, to be quite honest, but you get the point.)

That fall Harry Rantz abruptly returned from Canada, bought a lot in Spokane, and began to construct a new house, trying to piece his life back together. Like his older son, he needed a wife to make the new house a home, and like his son he found just what he was looking for in the other Lafollette twin. Thelma's sister, Thula, at twenty-two, was a lovely, slender, elfin-faced girl with a whimsical pile of black curls and a fetching smile. Harry was seventeen years her senior, but that was not about to stop him, or her. The basis of Harry's attraction was obvious. The basis of Thula's was less so, and somewhat a mystery to her family... Matters proceeded apace. Harry completed the house in Spokane. He and Thula slipped across the state line and married on the shores of Lake Coeur d'Alene, Idaho in April 1921, to the great displeasure of Thula's parents. In a stroke Thula became her twin sister's mother-in-law.

I don’t.” I let that sink in before clearing my throat. “So your last boyfriend. You guys broke up because. . .?” “Because he said he loved me.” Wait, what? “Isn’t that a good thing? Isn’t that what girls want to hear?” “Yeah, if they love him back.” I wince. “That’s cold, Duchess.” “I know.” Macy’s face twists with remorse. “I felt awful about it. He was really sweet and so nice, but I just didn’t feel the same way and I knew I never would. So I broke it off.” “That poor bastard.” I mean it, too. I sure as hell wouldn’t want Macy to tell me to take a hike. “Did you at least give him breakup sex?” “No.” Macy looks scandalized that I even suggested such a thing. “Well now I really feel bad for him.” I laugh as she nudges my side with her shoulder. She presses her lips together, like she’s trying to stop herself from smiling. “He listed the states whenever we had sex, to keep from coming too early. ” I was wrong before. Now I’m laughing. “And when he finally came, he’d shout out whatever state he was on.” She closes her eyes and grunts, “Idaho!” I nearly piss myself from laughing so hard. It takes me a good minute to finally catch my breath. “Did he go in alphabetical order?” “Yeah.” “And he only got to Idaho?

Carl left grumbling and Chase pushed the next guy out of the way. Loud curses and protests unused from the men in line. He handed Katie a stack of bills. "I'd like to buy three hundred dollars' worth of kisses." Katie's mouth dropped open as Chase came around to the inside of the kissing booth and yelled, "Sorry, boys, these lips are reserved!" The men grumbled as Katie finally got her bearings. "Are you crazy? Everybody's going to be talking about this." He kissed her and she grabbed his arms to hold on. When he pulled back, he was grinning. "Only 299 more to go."" -Chase & Katie

I'm not going to apologize, if that's what you're hoping for. You want me, just like I want you." -Chase

I see you when you think no one notices. You've got a spark inside you, and if you let me, I can make you burn." -Chase

Because you’re obviously working very hard to protect yourself against what’s happening, and I didn’t want to undermine you.

Love doesn't have to make sense. Love can be patient and kind, but it can also be a real bitch. Just try not to piss it off." - Dick Carlson

Reenie. It’s not easy approaching the woman my husband loved more than me.” “I’m sorry for what Keith did, Liz. To both of us.

Sometimes we see the jagged rocks in our path, but we still can’t avoid them.

Thinking of Chase, Katie pulled out her phone and let out a rather large gasp, His text read: I'm watching this hot girl with purple hair walk into a sex shop. I told you I would take care of you. ;-) Becca hung up the clothes in the changing room and said, "Well, either someone sent you Smurf porn or it just got really hot in here." Katie's cheeks flushed darker. "Neither, just…men are stupid." Becca closed the door on her and said, "Preaching to the choir, baby. Preaching to the freaking choir."" -Katie & Becca

He took her around the side of the bathrooms and leaned back against the stone building. "I told you he was a douche." "Serious douche," she agreed. "King of the douche nerds." -Chase & Katie

You're incorrigible," she said. Gathering up his socks and shoes. he crawled into the driver's seat and said, "No, I'm recidivous." Katie blinked at him. "What does that mean?" Giving her a smacking kiss, he said, "Incorrigible." -Katie & Chase

When he broke the kiss, Chase said, "Well, don't you have something you want to say to me?" With a wicked smile, she said, "Hey, baby, do you wanna do this thing?" Swinging her up into his arms with a loud laugh, he said, "Yes. Let's do this thing."" -Chase & Katie.

time. They’re gonna like us. We have the same last name.” “What?” Reenie said. But the bell rang right then, and the girls rushed off, leaving her standing at the edge of the parking lot, feeling as though she’d just been zapped with a stun gun. “They wouldn’t have,” she murmured, over and over to herself. But her mind was racing. What were the chances that an unrelated family of O’Connells would move to town at this time? Could that blond woman be Liz? And those children…Keith’s? She remembered Isaac’s final words from last night, which now seemed much more than just a turn of phrase: See you around…