Deanna

“I’m sorry. Was that gross?” I asked, wanting to melt into the floor and just die. He shook his head slowly and then looked at me for a second. “I’d like to try this after you’ve brushed your teeth.”
― Amber L. Johnson, Puddle Jumping

“Dear Algebra, Stop asking us to find your X. She’s not coming back,”
― Jessica Park, Flat-Out Celeste

“I have to ask. Why do you like me?”
He shifted away from me then, his brows pulled together making him look even cuter, if that was possible. “I don’t understand the question.” His hands were squeezing mine tightly as he looked down at them. “You’re my Lilly. You’ve always been my Lilly.”
― Amber L. Johnson, Puddle Jumping

“I nodded. “I’m sorry I let you down.”

“No, no, dear,” she said, turning forward. “I see potential in you. I worked in a factory when I was your age. I was dirty and hungry, and sometimes I was angry. But I had an undying crush on the prince of Illéa, and when I got the chance to make him my own, I learned to check those feelings. There’s a lot to be done from here, but it might not happen the way you want it to. You need to learn to accept that, okay?”

“Yes, Mom,” I joked.

She looked back at me, her face like stone.

“I mean, ma’am. Ma’am.”

Her eyes started glistening, and she blinked a few times, turning forward again. “If it ends as I suspect it will, Mom will be just fine.”
― Kiera Cass, The One