The Next Together

I love you. In every life, I love you. I love you so much.

KitKat 13:18:45: Who would your ideal prince be? Your childhood friend, Prince Charming, or a strong warrior? Gallows Humor 13:19:10: I don’t want to know which Disney Princess I am. I’ve told you before, stop doing online quizzes. Leave it. Gallows Humor 13:22:19: He would love me for myself. KitKat 13:22:57: Tell me about your dress.

You think you are a lot funnier than you are, you know,” he replied, not looking away from the cannon. “I am extremely amusing! I don’t think you are listening properly.

Not exactly hard, is it?” “That’s what she said,” Kate interjected. Matt shook his head. “And this is where I chose to lay my affections,” he muttered, like it was just the latest in a series of bad life choices he’d made.

Matthew hereby declares that Katherine Galloway is retroactively responsible for all embarrassing and painful incidents that have occurred in his life to date. Including, but not limited to, that time he broke his own nose with a tennis racket in eighth grade. KATHERINE’S FAULT.

I’ve been a bad influence on you, Mr. Galloway. Less of the sarcasm, young man. Cynicism doesn’t suit you,” she said. “I hardly think sarcasm is the worst thing you’ve brought into my life,” he muttered.

Kate was reading through a long diary entry about the first time Katherine and Matthew had met. Katherine had apparently fallen deeply in lust on the very spot. The entry used the words “delectable,”“buttocks,” and “I want to bite them.

He started a brief staring contest, which was apparently his new method of persuading her to agree to his point of view without the hassle of actually yelling.

I don't think there are any true heroes. Just people who ignore their survival instincts long enough to do something incredibly foolhardy.