"7:15, that's our time."

"You have 100 days to make someone fall in love with you. Only the words 'I love you' can reverse the curse. However, when the numbered days are up, you will remain this way forever. It's your bet Irwin."

"Peanut butter and jelly, with extra peanut butter, please." Holy shit marry me dude.

God, I hate him so much. He is the definition of asshole. "Ketchup and mustard?" My mother calls to us. "No mustard." we say in unison

"Well that's the last jar" "Yeah, I know. " I say reaching for it "What if I want it?" he asks playfully No way in hell is this boy getting the last jar of nutella. (MICHAEL CLIFFORD SHORT STORY) (BOOK 1 IN THE FOOD SERIES)