Chelsea Fine Quotes

“If you're referring to yourself as a 'grown-up', then you're still totally a kid. 'Grown ups' call themselves adults”
― Chelsea Fine, Sophie & Carter

“And why is Heather wearing pink? Come on, people."
Heather rolled her eyes and disappeared back inside the tent, reappearing a minute later with a dark gray T-shirt on.
"Better?" She cocked her head at tristan.
"Yes. You've just extended your life by at least an hour.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“You know what would be really nice right now? Coffee. I'd really go for some coffee."
Just the idea made her salivate.
He scowled. "How can you think about coffee right now?"
"I don't know. Maybe caffeine is how I cope." She thought for a moment. "Although usually I'm a crier. Are you a crier?"
"No."
"Not even sad movies or weddings?"
"No."
"What about commercials with little puppies that need a home?"
He blinked. "Please stop talking."
"Hmm," she said slowly. "Maybe talking is how I cope." Her hands started falling asleep. "You know what else would be really nice right now?"
"An off button?”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“So," Nate attempted conversation for the third time. He seemed to be in a better mood lately. "Do you guys maybe want to talk about how every uncomfortable this is?" He smiled tightly, looking first at Tristan, then at Scarlet. "Because I don't know about you, but I feel awkward. Let's hash it out, shall we? Tristan," Nate said brightly. "We'll start with you. How are you feeling?"
"Annoyed."
"I like your honesty and openness." Nate turned to Scarlet. "What about you? How are you feeling?"
"Tired," she said. "Nine in the morning is too early for needles."
Tristan said, "Maybe if you hadn't stayed out so late, you wouldn't be so tired."
Scarlet said, "Look who's decided to speak again. Suddenly the silent and dark Tristan has an opinion on my life."
"Oh, I have many opinions."
"See?" Nate said, his smile tighter than before. "Isn't all this openness refreshing?”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“B-T-W," Heather said. "What's with the death wish?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about provoking the wicked witch of the west. You look old? Are you trying to get us both killed?"
"She does look old. Or at least, older than she used to."
"It doesn't matter! Two things you never comment on when it comes to girls: their age and their weight. That's male survival 101. Come on!”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“So..." Heather nodded slowly. "We're still here."
"Yep. I think your team of SWAT guys got lost. Probably looking for their shirts."
She made a face at him. "You're effing hilarious."
"I try.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“A little heads up would have been nice.
Hey Heather, since we're history partners and all, I figured I should tell you I'm a murderer. But I'm hot so it's okay.
From now on, Heather was going to do background checks on all her buddies.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“So...this is the dark dungeon where the very angry Tristan sleeps?"
"No. This is the dark dungeon where the very dangerous Tristan keeps himself away from the very carless young woman."
Clearly, he was in no mood for small talk.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“Tristan was looking at him again.
"What are you looking at?" Gabriel snapped.
Tristan was trying not to smile. "You tell me."
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Quit being a girl.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“And your plan is what?" Nate said as he and Scarlet followed after him. "You're just going to drive around until you see a sign that says Raven's Secret Hostage Lair?"
Tristan wasn't sure what he was going to do, but hanging out in an alley all night certainly wasn't going to bring Gabriel back any faster. "What's the alternative? Go back home, east some Lucky Charms and get some sleep? I don't think so."
"Why are you hating on my cereal?”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“His dark hair was still wet and fell around his head in a tousled way that was too sexy for his own good.
Scarlet wanted to run her hands through it - but oh wait. That could kill him.
Definitely too sexy for his own good.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“Raven made a face at the blood that now stained her fingertips. She wiped her hand on his jeans until the blood was all gone.
Gabriel watched her with narrowed eyes and said, "You look old."
Heather's mouth fell open.
Good God. Don't anger the crazy lady.
Raven slapped him, hard. "That's what happens when your supply of fountain water starts to run out and you have to dilute it. You age. Magic can only do so much."
"Sucks to be you," Gabriel said.
Clearly, he did not value his life.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“So you killed my father? You killed my bride?" he growled.
"She wasn't even your woman."
Why did everyone feel the need to remind him of that?”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“And on that note," Nate smiled at them, "I'm leaving. I think I've got everything I need from you two. Good luck with all your relationship drama. Glad to see you kids are finally working things out. And by 'working things out', I mean bickering like an old divorced couple. So fun.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“Tristan frowned, not sure if he wanted to live forever.
He hadn't even wanted to wake up that morning.
Forever seemed a bit ambitious.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“I am now scowling."
"You are. And its adorable. But only in small doses."
"Well, we cannot all be ridiculously jolly like you."
"Ah, but we should.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“Why is he still here?" she asked, pointing to Tristan.
A muscle flexed in his scruffy jaw. Why did he always have sexy scruff. Did the man not own a razor?”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“You can't sit next to me. You'll ruin my game."

"What game?" she says. "You're a white guy wearing a gold chain. You have no game.”
― Chelsea Fine, Best Kind of Broken

“Zack looks at Jenna and slowly pulls off his sunglasses. "Why, hello, beautiful," he says. "I'm Zack." He shows off his dimples. "And you are...?"

"Not going to sleep with you," Jenna quips, grinning right back at him.

His smile widens. "Well played.”
― Chelsea Fine, Best Kind of Broken

“You'd think I wouldn't even have to say that, but seeing as you two were halfway to Babytown when I walked in here-"
"Just shut up and go pack," Tristan said.
"Ooh, feisty." Nate shook his head at Scarlet. "Tristan doesn't like it when I talk about you guys having sex."
"Neither do I. Geez." Scarelt was blushing as she shooed Nate from the room.
Nate exited and Tristan and Scarlet spent the next half hour lacing arrowed in blood and not making eye contact.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“He looked at her with his green don't-lie-to-me-woman eyes and Scarlet dropped her guilty gaze to the mahogany desktop, searching around until she found a paperweight shaped like a pyramid to stare at.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“When you bring something back from the brink of death, it fights harder to thrive.”
― Chelsea Fine, Best Kind of Broken

“Get away from me, you wicked treat devil."

She laughs. "Wicked treat devil? Wow. You can do better than that."
"Evil dessert demon?"
"Still lame."
"Chocolate temptress of salty death."
"Now you're just reaching.”
― Chelsea Fine, Best Kind of Broken

“Ellen walks past the lobby in her high heels, stops in her tracks, and turns back around to face Zack.

She points at Marvin. "Is that a goat?"

Zack nods once. "Yes, ma'am."
"In my lobby?"
"Yes, ma'am. But he's a friendly goat."

Ellen plasters on a polite smile. "I don't care if he's a tap-dancing goat. I want him out of here.”
― Chelsea Fine, Best Kind of Broken

“Sexual tension is like a ruthless pigeon. Feed it once and it will follow you around forever. It never tires or goes on vacation. It just lingers.”
― Chelsea Fine, Best Kind of Broken

“Get out of my room, you insufferable man.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“You need to leave, Scar."
Yes. She should probably leave.
She didn't.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“Gabriel sighed and leaned back in the throne. "Are we going to be dramatic now? Maybe I should call for some wine of my own and we can wallow and aimlessly fight through our miserable drunkenness.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“Love isn't safe and life isn't guaranteed. So yeah, I could die and you could lose Levi and your heart could hurt again, but that's just life. The only alternative is living without fully loving anyone else. And that's not living at all.”
― Chelsea Fine, Best Kind of Broken