Avon Gale Quotes

Isaac stared at Laurent and searched his warm eyes, which were just the color of melted chocolate. Maybe with bits of caramel. Great. He was thinking about Laurent's eyes like candy. Was he hungry or horny? Hard to tell.

See? I'm good for you. I make you like things you didn't before. Like hockey and dick and marshmallows.

Did that just happen?" Isaac asked as they headed upstairs. "Your landlady… she's like, eightysomething. And unless I'm wrong, she dressed up in her husband's suits and pretended to be a boy so they could have bi threesomes in a booth at whatever a boy's club is."
"Sounds like it," Laurent agreed.

Riley stared at him. "How do you just say that stuff?"
"What do you mean? How do I just say shit without thinking about it? I dunno. I just do. It's not that hard. Just try it sometime."
"Okay," Riley said, and then he said, "I love you.

I'm so proud of you. I wanted to blow you, like, eighteen times."
"I made thirty-four saves. Weren't you paying attention?"
Isaac threw his head back and laughed. "Oh my God. You made a joke."
"Who said I was joking?

I'm Russian," Misha said with the faintest hint of a smile. "We angst, Max."
"I see that. Well, I'm American. We force shit on other people if we think they need it.

And I told you, 'Honey, you'll know when its right because they'll be your best friend and you'll like kissing them.' And she said, 'But what if I have a girl best friend like Mommy?' And I said, 'Schyler, if you end up with a girl like your mommy then you'll be just as lucky as I am.

It was worth a few glares from the coach, and Shane was sure Troy could make him pay for it. It might involve skating laps, but what the hell. It could also involve Troy smacking Shane on the face with his dick, which would be totally fine with Shane.

Don't tell your parents you're gay and I'm not your girlfriend. Tell them you're gay because someone is your boyfriend."
"Can I tell them it's that hot guy on Teen Wolf?

For the entire summer, Lane's cell phone background was a picture of Jared eating Lucky Charms out of the Kelly Cup.
Jared's was, of course, that shot of his that blocked Lane's would-be goal. According to Jared, it was going to stay that way until he had a picture of Lane drinking Dr Pepper out of Lord Stanley's Cup to replace it with. He liked to call it incentive.

I'm sorry, who is that talking? Is it my son? I only have the one." His back was to Max, and his shoulders were shaking. "I had another one, but I disowned him for deciding it was any way acceptable to date a Bruin." The laughter finally escaped, and Max's dad turned around and held out his arms for a hug.

Isaac needed to know if the thing between them was leading somewhere or if they were just going to be friends who sometimes petted each other's hair.

If you think you're into that, man, there are websites. Start with those before you go to something called Total Domination Tuesdays.

Me: fine. u ever want 2 sleep w/someone u really dont like? Everett: you mean like a republican?

Justin looks familiar because he's an architect."
As far as an explanation goes, that one is pretty terrible. "Yes. And we all know each other through The Gay Architects Association. I forgot. Were you at the potluck last month?"
"Yup. I brought the pasta salad," Justin answers, without missing a beat.
Avery salutes him with his beer bottle. "It was really good. I liked the bacon."
"It was real too. Only straight architects put bacon bits in their pasta salad." Justin smiles. "I'm in it for the real meat."
"Aren't we all?" Avery laughs and clinks his beer bottle with Justin's.
"Oh, this was a good idea," Brandon says and sighs. "Introducing you two.