"Oh," I said as I stepped into the Kitchen. "Isn't that a lovely picture?"
Dopey lowered the Orange Juice container and looked at me.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" he asked wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist.
"Of course." I said, " But I was hoping that before I left I could enjoy a nice glass of calcium fortified juice. I see now that that will not me possible."
Dopey shook the carton. "There's still some left." He said.
"Mixed with your backwash?" I heaved a shudder. "I think not."
- Darkest Hour (The Mediator book 4) Meg Cabot)
"Would you mind taking me somewhere?"
"Are you kidding me? Where do you want to go? You name it Suze, I'll take you there. Vegas? No problem. I mean, I'm 16, your 16.We can get married there easy. My parents will let us live with them, no problem.You don't mind sharing my room do you? I swear ill pick up after my self from now on-"
"Adam, don't be such a spaz. I doubt she wants to marry you."
-Shadowland (the Mediator, Book One) Meg Cabot
