Back to You

I always knew I would fall in love with you," he said softly, "but you were never supposed to love me back.

See, Red? When life hands you lemons, you know what you gotta do now." "Yes, Mr. Cliche. I know what I have to do. I make lemonade." "No, you scream 'fuck you, lemons!

For as long as I've known you, you've given me a part of you that you haven't given to anyone else. And now I'm finally getting to do the same.

I never stopped loving you. Not for one second.

The crust is the best part,” he explained around his mouthful of food. “If they made an all-crust pizza, I’d be a pig in shit.” Lauren took a delicate bite of her own slice. “I’m pretty sure they do. It’s called bread.” He stopped chewing as he looked at her, and a smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. She’s a wiseass.

And she couldn't help but smile at the irony of the fact that the baddest boy in school could somehow always make her feel like the world was good.

If you really want something, you should stop until you get it, no matter what you have to do.

You were never supposed to love me. I wasn’t prepared for it

That night with you, nothing compared to it. Nothing ever came close.

I always knew I would fall in love with you, but you were never supposed to love me back." "What did you just say?" "I loved you. So much. My God, more than anything.

I don't know what you were looking for, but I just needed a little stress relief." "Stress relief? That's all this was?" "'Fraid so. " "Well, I heard that going for a master's degree can be pretty stressful." "It's torture." "Could be that you might need stress relief on a regular basis then?" "I couldn't agree more. It's a good thing batteries are on sale at Target this week.

Well, sometimes if something is really important to you, it gets stuck in your body,” he said, poking her ribs and making her laugh. “So even if your mind thinks that it’s gone, it’s still in there, kind of hiding inside of you, just waiting for you to remember. It never goes away.

You know something, Red? … I think we got a good thing going on here.

Hey, Lauren?” he called, and she stopped so abruptly her bag slid off her shoulder. She caught it at the last second and turned, her expression taken aback. Del smirked. “Don’t be so surprised that I know your name. You’re not as invisible as you think you are.” She closed her mouth, looking at him. “I’m not gonna stop calling you Red, though” he added casually.

Even when she was pretending she wasn’t hurt, she never pretended not to miss him.

Lauren leaned over and grabbed the bottle, pouring some into his glass. For a minute, they just sat next to each other in silence. Then Lauren said, "This is oddly familiar. Only it used to be whiskey." Michael smiled. "And it used to be straight out of the bottle. We've classed it up a bit, apparently.

I think I'm going to go. I'll see you this weekend. And just so you know, holding grudges gives you premature wrinkles." "Yeah, well, in this case, not holding them would make you a wrinkle-less fool.

If you really want something, you shouldn’t stop until you get it, no matter what you have to do.

Even though you're disappointed, you didn't forget to still love him, did you?

Everyone deserved the chance to be redeemed, and Michael had gone his whole life never having it. He never got to redeem himself with his father. He never got to redeem himself with his brother. And if he was trying to redeem himself now for what he'd done ro her, then she was going to let him, even if it left her vulnerable.

But honestly? What women need?” Dean paused to take a sip of his coffee. “Actions. Not words. Sorry doesn’t mean shit, begging doesn’t mean shit, and promises don’t mean shit.

I should probably warn you … I had a personal trainer once. He and I did not enjoy each other.

And there he sat, looking outwardly composed, and all she could think of was that pond. Because something about him, something in his eyes, divulged the secret; there was a whole world in there, thriving just below the surface where no one could see it.

With people like that, no matter how long you've been apart, sometimes when you reconnect, it's just time hitting un-pause.

His face, like everything she knew about him, was purely contradictory. That cherubic mouth with those penetrating eyes: he was too lovely to be menacing, but too intense to be innocent.

And when he winked at her, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that from that moment on, she would do anything for him.

She tilted her head, looking back down at Del’s notes as she absently tore the crust off her pizza. And then she reached across the table and handed it to him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He glanced down at the crust and then back at her; her eyes were still on his notebook as she flipped a page and began reading again, and he felt something settle in his chest. It was pathetic, but that was probably the nicest thing anyone had done for him in a long time.

See, Red? When life hands you lemons, you know what you gotta do now.” “Wow,” Lauren said. “Yes, Mr. Cliché, I know what I have to do. I make lemonade.” “No,” he said. “You scream, ‘Fuck you, lemons!

I always knew I would fall in love with you, but you were never supposed to love me back. (Michael/Del)

See, Red? When life hands you lemons, you know what you gotta do?” “Wow,” Lauren said. “Yes, Mr. Cliché, I know what I have to do. I make lemonade.” “No,” he said. “You scream, ‘Fuck you, lemons!” “And then you throw those goddamn lemons into oncoming traffic, and you go do what you want to do.