Chelsea M. Cameron Quotes

I'd often mused that writers and doctors were similar people. We all had God complexes and liked control. The only thing that separated us was a lot of schooling and science classes. And the fact that the people whose lives I messed with weren't real.

It was time for me to take charge and live my life instead of letting something that had happened to me lead it for me. So many people had told me the same thing, hundreds of times. It was something I had to learn for myself.

You only play Pistol Annies when you're pissed, usually at me. I know your fake laugh from your real one. You have a great laugh, by the way. I know which shirts are your favorites, because they're the first ones you wear after you've done your laundry. You lick your bottom lip when you're trying to concentrate on your textbook reading. You cry during those commercials with the absurd animals when you think no one is looking. No, I don't know you at all.

The first time I met Hunter Zaccadelli, I punched him in the face. Granted, he completely and totally deserved it. He also asked for it, in so many ways.

I've never eaten here so I don't know what's good. Peanut butter and jelly is always good. You can't screw that up. Peanut butter and jelly has always been there for me and is one of the constants in my life. Peanut butter and jelly has never done me wrong. It's my favorite."
"Should I leave you two alone when it gets here? Sounds like you don't need me.

Hunter was fidgety the entire class. Whether it was pen tapping or knee jiggling or stretching or twitching. He was like a five-year-old high on cotton candy.

His talking voice was amazing, but his singing was like honey ands smoke had hooked up in the back of a van at a rock concert and had a love child. Smooth and rough at the same time.

Are you saying I'm not a badass? Then all these tattoos were for nothing. What shall I do?

Damn him. Damn all good looking guys and their chin dimples and well-proportioned muscles and their hair that you want to touch so bad you can barely sit still.
Damn them all to the fiery pits of hell.

I don't like it. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"I could say the same about you. Would you put it on? For me?

Subject: Not a chance
Missy,
I accept your challenge, and may I remind you, that if you want me to leave you alone, there is that little bet we have going. Win it, and I'm gone.
Impatiently (and nakedly) yours,
Mr. Hunter Aaron Zaccadelli, esquire.
P.S. Bring it on.

I love you, even when you're an ass."
"I love you, even when you're kicking me in the balls.

That once people decided what they thought of you, that was it. You'd been judged. You got a stamp on your forehead that you could never wash off.

You're not just doing that to impress her, are you?"
"Everything I do is to impress her. It's my mission in life," he said with a completely serious face, while he squeezed my knee under the table.
Mom burst out laughing. "I like him," she said.
"Me too. I think I'll keep him," I said, taking his hand and twisting my fingers with his.
"Good," he said, giving my hand a squeeze.

So you're saying you do want to sleep
with me?"
"Given the fact that I just took my millionth
cold shower since I've moved in here and
I have to constantly recite the Gettysburg
Address and The Bill of Rights in my head
when I'm around you? Yeah, I'd say so.
Why, you want me, too?

Why do you think Beauty picked the Beast? It was the library.

I can do this all night. Because you make me feel this way. You, above me, riding me, and making those sounds that I love. You're the only person I've ever let go with, the only woman who knows the real me.

Takes one to know one. What kind of guy makes a girl an amazing cake without expecting something in return?"
"A guy who doesn't exist!" Renee yells from the couch, her mouth still full of cake. I hoped she didn't choke.

What have you done to me, Missy? he whispered, thinking I was asleep

I filled my head with beautiful things so the ugly things were pushed aside.

The only bad book was a book that didn't have any pages in it.

Good. Because we could be amazing. You and me.

I saw Hunter when I woke up. I saw Hunter as I ate a bowl of cereal. I saw him in human sexuality, where he seemed to be trying to break a record for most innuendos in one hour. I saw him at work where he assaulted my email. I saw him every night at dinner. I saw him go to and from the bathroom. I saw him at our stupid meditations, where were as pointless as socks with sandals.
I. Saw. Him. EVERYWHERE.

I love you so much, sweetheart. So much that sometimes I can't breathe. I can't think. You're all I've ever wanted, even before I knew I wanted it. I don't deserve you, Katherine.

There must be a mistake," I said.
He adjusted his bag on his shoulder. "That's a creative name. What do you shorten it to? Missy?

How about the fact that you want me, I want you and for some reason, it's impossible for us to be together, according to you

Just to let you know, I talk in my sleep." He shifted on his bed and chucked something on the floor. It could only be one thing. "Also, I sleep naked.

I'd rather be your loser than some other girl's winner.

Why does everything come downn to sex with you?"
"It's not just about the sex, Missy. Although, that part is a lot of fun. It's the other stuff. Waking up naked next to someone and knowing you've shared something. That you were connected, if only for a few minutes,"
"Is that what it's like for you?"
"It would be with you.

Have you met my boyfriend? He thinks running around in the middle of the night pretending he's an elf is a good time. If that's not fucked up, I don't know what is.

Remember, Elizabeth fell for Mr. Darcy, Beauty fell for the Beast and Scarlet fell for Rhett. Girls love a mysterious boy with a dark past. Trust me.

I've told you that I like a well-read woman. Well-read woman tend to know more about a wide range of topics. And you can never be bored with a woman who reads

He would never change, that man. And I really hoped he didn't. I loved the way he was.

Sex is one of those things that's complete loss of control. You give yourself up, in your most vulnerable state, to another person, and they give themselves to you.

You look amazing."
"Thank you. You look pretty good." Understatement.
"Oh this old thing? Shucks," he said.
"Dork."
"Goddess.

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...
She may think this song means I like her,
But she'd be very wrong,
I was bored in macro, so I decided to write a song,
...

Subject: You're totally picturing me naked right now
Missy,
So how about you and I head up to the stacks to do some "shelving"?

That's what they all say. Everyone says they want to know you, but they don't. They want to know the nice things, the pretty things. No one wants to know the ugly parts, the parts that keep you up at night. They say they're okay with it, but then they drift away and you never see them again. I've seen it happen way too many times.

Love and hate are completely different." "Not really. They're the two sides of the same coin. One flip and you can be on the other side before you know it. I'll take either one from you.

Not even a little?" Hunter whispered as we climbed under my Disney princess sheets.
"It's too weird. I can't have sex on a princess' face with my mom down the hall sleeping. I just have to draw the line.

I love you?"
"Not yet. But you will.

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Charlotte didn't just shake my world. She created an earthquake that had irrevocably changed the landscape of my life.

Yes," he whispered, reaching out to hold my shoulders. "Just say yes. Say you'll be with me.

You're serious?"
"As a heart attack."
I set my bag down and leaned on the counter. Okay, Hunter Zaccadelli, you could make me dinner.
"Stuffed French toast, sweet potato hash and strawberries and cream."
"Breakfast for dinner? You rebel, you.

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How can you not see how delicious he is? I just want to put him on a stick and lick him on a hot summer day.

Be careful, you'll ruin your dinner," I said. "I'm a fucking adult. Ruining my dinner is one of the few pleasures in life," she said as she stuffed the cookies in her mouth. "True story. Give me some of those.

Sometimes people don't want the truth. Sometimes the truth is worse than a lie.

A knock interrupted my thoughts. "You okay?"
"Yeah. Can I have some freaking privacy?"
"Sorry. You've just been in there for a while; I wanted to make sure you weren't sick or anything. I'm leaving now. Also, I'm naked, so if you open the door right now, you're going to get the full show."
"Pass."
"Suit yourself.

Will you stay with me? I think I'll sleep better. I swear I won't hurt you.

I want you. Right now. If you said yes, I would kiss you. I would kiss you until we both forgot that lips were made for anything other than kissing. I'd take you out of that outfit, as cute as it is. I want to see what you look like with nothing on. I want to make you sigh like you did with the cake. I want to be with you. Right now.

Subject: Challenge accepted
Mr. Zaccadelli,
If you keep this up, I'm going to report you to the workplace hotline for harassment. They don't take kindly to tattooed, guitar-playing dudes making advances toward sweet, innocent girls. Game ON.
Sincerely,
The Girl You Will Never Have
P.S. Esquire? You are so full of shit.

It's not your job to save me ... but I want you around.

Piece of cake. Or toast, in your case. I'll stuff your toast, baby.

Subject: Get back to work
Missy,
You're distracting me from the very important topic of workplace safety. How would you feel if I improperly climbed a ladder due to not learning the proper procedure and then fell to my death?
Always,
The Boy You Dream About
P.S. I'm also a lost prince from a faraway land. Want to do me now?

I know. And I'm not saying that this going to make up for it. I'm going to try, really try, to make you trust me again. I want you to trust me again. I want you to trust me. I just ... I couldn't sleep last night without you. It was the strangest thing, being in the room alone without you. I couldn't hear you breathing, and your laughter was gone and you were gone, and it was like a part of my life was missing. A big part. I tripped going to the bathroom and banged my head. See?" HE pointed to a lovely gash on his forehead. "And then I burned my habd on the toaster oven. And then the car wouldn't start.

You know, when people say 'nothing', that always means it's something. If people would just say something other than nothing, people wouldn't be as suspicious.

Ugh. I hated bananas with the fiery passion of a thousand suns.

He wants to put his basilisk into your Chamber of Secrets!

I nearly had a cakegasm at the table. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I moaned.
"Sweet Christ." I opened my eyes to find Hunter watching me with the strangest expression on his face.
"What? It's really good; you should try some," I said, pushing the plate at him. It was a testament of how embarrassed I was about the cakegasm that I was even sharing at all.
"I swear, if there weren't a table between us, I would be kissing you right now. And none too gently."
I put my form down and swallowed so I wouldn't choke. "You didn't seem to mind about the recliner," I said.
"True. But there wan't an audience, and that's a very ugly recliner. This is a very nice table. Also there is glass and sharp things I wouldn't want hurting you."
"Good point. Please, have some."
"If you're going to make that noise and that face again, I don't know if I can let you have any more."
"I'll be good. I swear."
"You're not good. That's the problem."
"You're right. I'm not," I said, giving him my own smirk. "I do try, though."
"Cruel. That's the word to describe you right now."
"Just have some cake.

I'm going to take a shower," I said and prepared for the comment I knew was coming.
"You know what they say, conserve water and shower with a friend.

I had to leave my debit card at home when I went into a bookstore or else I would drain my account.

No sense in worrying about the past. It's not going to worry about you.

It wasn't a sweet kiss, it was a demanding, get-your-clothes-off kind of kiss. It was a kiss that made me want to wrap my legs around him and take him back to my room.

The best way to get what you want is to pretend you don't want it.

When she talked about beating the shit out me, I had to fight a smile. I had no doubt she could bring me to my knees. She could do that with her blue eyes alone.

Great, he was going to have PMS for at least a few days. Pissy Man Syndrome.

True. We both could. One of these days our search history is going to tip off the NSA and then we're going to be in trouble. It was a valid worry for a writer.

Pretty girl, I will wait for you until the stars burn out.

I love you more than the stars.

And there he was. Standing not five feet away from me. It took me a second to realize, and then I was airborn and throwing myself at him.

I love you, Missy girl. Even if I can't be with you, know that I'm here. So, that's it. More than the stars, Taylor. More than the stars.

He had an accent. A British one. There was something about a British accent that had always made me quiver deep down inside and touched me in places a regular New England accent just couldn't reach.

If the sky starts to fall, I'll catch it for you, pretty girl.