Rhythm Chord And Malykhin Quotes

Not liking you is like fighting gravity.

Because if I remember correctly, your text message said, ‘I just kicked the hottest guy I’ve probably ever seen in the ass.’ And I asked you what he looked like and you texted me back, ‘Like a double bacon cheeseburger I’d take a bite out of.

He was the end to my beginning.

I wouldn’t trade you for a million dollars, Mase.” His reply was to beam at me. “But for ten million, I’d work out some kind of visitation schedule

My brother had pulled one of our mom’s largest crucifixes off the wall and held it in the air at me while he hissed, “I banish thee!

If I kept on looking at his bare chest any longer, I’d officially earn my Hussy Merit Badge.

Look like a hooker or look like a hooker. I went with the latter.

I had a brief, blurry memory of being in kindergarten, watching Mason and Eli shove Play-Doh into their mouths while Gordo and I watched in both horror and fascination.

This huge, blinding forest fire of happiness filled my chest when I was around him.

Do you have any idea how easy it is to love you?

I was in love with a man who maybe loved me according to others, but maybe didn't love me the way that I wanted.

Eli flicked me off over his shoulder as he walked a little further inside. “I’m gonna fart on your pillow and hope you get stink eye,” he muttered.

Sassy, that lady totally wanted to scramble your eggs.

I fell in love with the voice in the dark. No joke, no exaggeration. It was a pure, raw love.

I’d be a real adult with real adult obligations in no time. That notion alone had me wanting to puke.

I would much rather take someone being blunt and hurting my feelings in the process, than let me down

My birthday? Is he gay?” Eli asked me with a confused look on his face.

If I don’t remember it, it didn’t happen.

I hugged him even tighter. It was in that moment, when I was hugging him as if my life depended on it, that I recognized the strange, gooey emotion that had been floating around in my belly the last portion of the night. I liked Sacha.

Umm… I didn’t have anything better to do, but when someone else said it, it pissed me off.

but everyone knew there was no controlling Eli Barreto. The idiot had been born with hell in his veins.

Hell, better than watching Robby Lingus porn.

No eclipse could overshadow the fact that I was absolutely in love with this guy, and it was the easiest and simplest thing in the world.

It was a blinding kind of thing, this unbelievable friendship—this love—I had with and for him. It was mine and it made me happy, and I reveled in it.

It was undeniable, bright and massive. It was a rainbow, a unicorn, a million-dollar lottery ticket and happiness incarnate all rolled into one thing.

It was a testament to my lack of shit-giving that I was able to get all my things together in less than half an hour.

I hated people telling me that they would do something and then not. Disappointment was bitter.

I fist-pumped in my brain because sane people don’t do that in real life.

Getting hit in the face was... not cool. At. All. I know for a fact I squealed, grabbed my chin with both hands and possibly wailed, 'Why would you to that to me?' before collapsing to my knees on the ground.

If my good mood were a raft named Gaby, it seemed like it was on the verge of sinking.

I wasn’t one to usually show off Lucy and Ethel because I was self-conscious of them, but money was money.

You're an idiot if you think that you're no one special to me. You're the most special. "His lips hovered over mine. "The most." Dead. I was dead and this was the afterlife.

I don't know what I'm doing with you half the time." Sacha snickered almost lazily. "I like you so much it makes me stupid.

I thought that someone liked me, but I realized that maybe it wasn't the same kind of attraction that I was hoping for.

My stupid fucking heart sucked; it strained in its cage while I sat there miserably.

Why do you look like you just found out that Kulti guy got married again?

the choices hadn’t been that great: too much cleavage or possible crotch-shots. Look like a hooker or look like a hooker. I went with the latter.

You know who else is high class? Hookers. Hookers are high class.” Sacha didn’t even miss a beat. He blinked those clear gray eyes at me and asked very seriously, “Do you know from experience?

I didn’t know why I felt so… hopeless, but I did. I wanted to absorb his words and take them to heart, but a larger part of me didn’t want that. What was the point? I filled a void as his friend. Keyword: friend.

The idea that someone, specifically Ronalda, would ask Sacha to quit on his dream and his incredible talent to fight off her loneliness, made my heart churn. His gift didn't deserve to fade away, and those selfish reasons made me burn. "I think someone who really loves you wouldn't ask you to give up what you love, what you were meant to do,

Sacha's gonna buy you a mockingbird—" I snorted, trying to cover it. His chest shook more but it didn't break his song's stride. If anything his sweet, beautiful voice got a little louder. "And if that mockingbird won't sing, Sacha's gonna buy you a diamond ring.

When Sacha peeled off his shirt and began smothering the cream onto his freckle-spotted shoulders, arms, chest, neck and even the shell of his ears… I was entranced. It was like seeing a meteor shower. Or having candy for the first time after you’d tried going on a diet.

Apparently, she had gobbled up the information like a hooker would a penis.

How could you think I'd get tired of you? I'm the one always following you around. And —you're so fucking cute, I can't stand it half the time.

This—him—was easy. Effortless. It just felt right.

Fine. It was fine. Everything was okay; at least it would be.

I was jealous. Horribly, stupidly, pathetically jealous.

Before I'd even locked it, he was climbing onto my bed and reclining against the headboard. My mind said, “Danger!” But my ovaries screamed, “Naked! Now!

My boy has always known what he wants, and he dives into things head first without hesitation. Break his heart, and I will ruin your life.

What's the password?" "Gaby's birthday should be a national holiday." I grinned like an idiot, and fortunately, I was in my room alone so he couldn't see my facial expression. It had to be bordering on ugly from how hard my cheeks strained in such a short amount of time. "Andddd?" I asked, in what had become our game. He laughed from the other side of the door. "I bought you a book.

I was from Texas. We had two seasons: fifty weeks of summer and two weeks of something between a semi-brutal winter and a crappy spring. If it were less than seventy degrees, you would never see me without a jacket on.

Is the sun the biggest object in space?" he asked me in an even, determined voice. I had to think about that one for all of a split second before I shook my head, confused at what he was asking. "No." "How do you explain to the sun that there are stars far away that dwarf it?" He lowered his face to mine. "I’ve liked you from the moment I met you.” He blinked, his eyebrows knitting together in surprise. “Damn, Gaby. I’m fucking crazy about you.

I’ve always figured that people in the upper echelon of beauty—sans Mason—were incapable of doing the ridiculous things that semi-attractive people like myself do; like fart or burp in front of others, smell or have stinky shit.

 “Jesus. They said you were funny, but I didn’t believe them.” Funny Gaby. I smiled and held back the sigh creeping around in my chest. How many times had I friend-zoned myself by joking around? A dozen? It wasn’t even that I tried to be funny; I just grew up around smart-asses. You either learned to adapt or you died. Well you wouldn’t really die, but you’d get verbally eaten alive by the folks that were supposed to love you; apparently they just loved making fun of you an equal amount.

I guess that means, I gotta start saving, huh?" Eliza asked me with a squeeze to the shoulder. "For what?" I croaked, still thinking more about what he'd said. "Your wedding, estupid. I'll pay for your motherfucking wedding if you're going to marry Sacha one day." He held up his glass of orange juice in Gordo's direction for a toast. "I like that guy.

So what's going on with you and your boyfriend?" Eli asked me right before he shoved a forkful of eggs into his mouth during breakfast the next morning. I made a face in the direction of my plate before shooting a glance upward to find Gordo’s eyes on me, a smirk on his face. "Mason?" I asked, going back to my food. Eli made a gagging noise, elbowing me hard in the ribs. "I'm not gonna go into details on how disturbing it is that I say ‘your boyfriend’ and you automatically think of fucking Mase." "He's always calling me his wife, or telling people I don't know that we're getting married," I replied, elbowing him back as hard as he got me. It was partially the truth… but mostly, I didn’t want to talk about the man who had been kissing my shoulder hours ago. "I love Mase, but it'll be a sunny day in my asshole before you and him get together," he mumbled. I snorted, biting into my biscuit. "Who the heck else would you be talking about?" I asked, but I knew. Oh, I knew damn well he was referring to Sacha. Freaking Gordo snickered from across the table before putting his hands up in surrender when I glared at him. "I didn’t say anything." "Sacha, Flabby. Sacha. Your boyfriend. Your snuggle bug." Eliza finally answered. Suddenly the half-eaten biscuit on my plate needed to be eaten immediately. I shoved the entire piece into my mouth to avoid the conversation my brother was trying to edge into. I'd had talks about boys with Eli in the past, and they never ended—or started—well. "There's nothing going on between us. We're just friends." Because we were. Eli made a noise that sounded like “hmmph” deep in his throat. It was incredulous and disbelieving. Then he asked the question to prove it, his attention back on his band mate. "Gordo, do you think I'm blind?" Gordo shook his head. "Gaby, do you think I'm blind?" he asked. "Not blind, just dumb.” I smiled. He shot me a frown. A moment later, he threw his arm over my shoulders and started shoving his plate away with his free hand. "Flabby Gaby, that kid is in love with you." In love. With me? I leaned forward and tried to sniff his breath. “Are you still drunk?” But my brother kept talking before I could keep going. "Anyone with eyes and ears knows that guy thinks you shit out Lucky Charms." Gordo and I burst out laughing. "Is that a good thing?" I asked him. Eliza shoved my face away with his palm, ignoring my commentary again. "And I think that you love him, too." The noise that came out of my mouth sounded like a hybrid “moo” and squawk at the same time. "I—,” I slammed my mouth shut before opening it again with a sputter. “What?

Get it off!" Julian howled, shimmying his back in front of Sacha. Sacha was too busy being doubled over laughing his ass off to give half a shit about the fact that his friend had gotten crapped on by a bird. For the second time in less than an hour. We were at King's Park in Perth, the largest inner-city park in the world, the day after we’d arrived in the Land Down Under. Sacha, Julian, my brother, Isaiah and I had all caught a ride to the beautiful location late that morning. What had started with me banging on my brother’s door so he could accompany me somewhere, ended up becoming an extended invitation to the other guys during breakfast. "Quit laughing and somebody wipe it off!" Julian was practically screeching as he made his stop in front of me, hoping I'd be his savior. I wanted to help Julian with his issue. Really. I did. The problem was that I couldn't stop cracking up either. “Gaby! Please! Get it off!” It seriously took everything inside of me to get it together. I finally cleaned the gooey spot with the last napkin I’d tucked into my pocket earlier, but it took longer than it normally would have. A second later another bird swarmed overhead and made him start cursing in annoyance and probably fear. It was bad enough to get pooped on once, but twice? And in front of Eli and Sacha? There was no way Julian was ever going to be able to live it down. "I feel like I should take a shit on you too now. What exactly am I missing out on, you know?" Eli cackled, slapping the poor guy on the back before immediately yanking his hand away and checking it with a grimace. The same bird swooped dangerously over our heads, and I started crying, not imagining the look of pure horror on Julian's face all over again. "You better run before they come after you again," Sacha teased him through a gulp of air. He stole a glance in my direction, and then lost it once more; this loud, belly-aching laugh that fueled my own.

Chipotle’s high class.

I didn't believe in love at first sight. Lust at first sight? Sure. I'd seen Michael Fassbender in X-Men: First Class. Hello.

Flabby Gabby, that kid is in love with you." In love. With me? I leaned forward and tried to sniff his breath. "Are you still drunk?" But my brother kept talking before I could keep going. "Anyone with eyes and ears knows that guy thinks you shit out Lucky Charms.

asshole before you and him get together," he mumbled.

Men. Idiot, idiot men.

My small Grinch heart swelled and swelled.

the sun would rise and shine regardless of what was going on in my life.