A Song for Julia (Thompson Sisters #1)

And you won't write any more stupid songs about me?"
"Can't promise that. In fact, that may be all I do for the rest of my life.

Because you make me better. You make me-you make me feel like I matter. Like my life matters. I feel like, with you, I can do anything in the world. That we can do anything in the world. And we will.

Before you go, you need to know - I'd do anything for you. Even kiss you goodbye and watch you go

Before you go, you need to know - I'd do anything for you. Even kis you goodbye and watch you go.

Before you think I'm a complete pig.. never mind. I am." - Crank

Crank was right. I was being a complete bitch.

Did I piss you off somehow? Because I’m having some trouble figuring you out.”
Crank shrugged and looked out the window again, then said, “I’m not an easy guy to figure out.”
“I’m not interested enough to try. It’s just that last night you were all, stay the hell away, and this morning you were friendly, and now I’m sitting in a car with an ice cube. I don’t do moody.”
“I didn’t ask you to,” he responded.
“Are you always such a dickhead?”
His eyes widened, and he looked over at me. Then he smirked and laughed out loud. We were still sitting at a red light, so I glared at him.
“You’re actually really hot,” he said. The smirk on his face widened a little.
“You’re actually really an ass,” I replied.

Home's where the people you love are. It's about finding the things that matter to you, and holding on to them and taking care of them.

I don't have room for serious in my life."

He stepped close and brushed my lips with his, then spoke in a low tone. "I want you to be serious about me,

I don't understand you. Is this how you get girls in bed?"
"No."
"So what's different?"
"I'm not trying to get you in bed. Well...I am. But not just temporarily.

I don’t want to be one of your conquests. I don’t want to be another fucking girl getting screwed…”
“I like it when you say ‘fucking’.”
I closed my eyes. “You’re impossible.”
“That’s why you love me.”
“I do not love you. I don’t even like you.”
“You will,” he said, his voice low and luscious. I could feel the vibration of that voice from my ears all the way down to my feet.
“Maybe,” I whispered. “But not tonight.

I don’t want to screw this up, Julia. I don’t ever want to be a person who hurts you.

I love you, and I want you to be happy, I want you to have the life you deserve. And if that means … if that means I have to stand here and watch you walk away, then I’ll do it. I won’t be happy about it. It’ll break my heart. But … if that’s what you really need, then we’re done.

I’m afraid she’s going to grow right past me and end up falling in love with some asshole who has it all together.

I should go. My date..."
"Screw him."
"That wasn't on the agenda for tonight."
He gave me a wicked grin.
"I'm glad.

I stood there for a few more seconds, watching her go. And I couldn’t do anything but admire her courage, her compassion. I wanted her. I wanted her so badly I was shaking.

I want you to love me."
"I don't even know you."
"Then I'll settle for a date. Bowling?

Maybe I need something that means something.

Sometimes … I think parents work so hard to keep us from making their mistakes, they won’t allow us to make our own.

Sometimes things aren't what they appear. We all have hurts that we don't show.

The things you rebel against are the things that define you

What are you afraid of?” he asked.
“Losing control,” I replied.
“Sometimes losing control can be wicked awesome,” he said.

What do you want from me, Crank?”
He gritted his teeth, and I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “I want to know what you look like with that dress off. I want to take you home with me and tear it off and make love to you until you scream.

What do you want from me, Crank?” Her voice was raw, desperate.
I looked at her. She was so close, but might as well have been a thousand miles away. I said, “I want you to love me.

What I learned was this: letting myself be at the mercy of hormones and brain chemicals and emotions can be deadly.

You make me better. You make me – you make me feel like I matter. Like my life matters.