The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

She would just stay here holding Bailey's hand for all time, so Bailey wouldn't be afraid there wasn't enough of it.

Still, the Pants promised us there was time. Nothing would be lost. There was all year if we needed it. We had all the way until next summer, when we would take out the Traveling Pants and, together or apart, begin again.

"it's easier to be mad at the people you trust. Because you know they'll always love you, no matter what."

Bridget looked down at the Pants, grateful to have them. They meant support and they meant love, just as they'd all vowed at the beginning of the summer. But with Lena right here, right next to her, she almost didn't need them.

And someplace under that, she was sad that people like Bee and Kostos, who had lost everything, were still open to love, and she, who'd lost nothing, was not.

''We the sisterhood hereby instate the following rules to govern the use of the Traveling Pants:

I'm sorry you asked me out, she told him silently. Otherwise maybe I could have liked you.

Once upon a time there was a pair of pants. They were an essential kind of pants - jeans, naturally, blue but not that stiff, new blue you see so often on the first day of school.

You would hate this place. Wholesome, all-American people doing sports all day. High fives are common. I even witnessed a group hug. Sports cliches all day long.

We started being "we" before we were born.

I hope these Pants bring you... Courage? No, you have too much of that. Energy? No, you have way too much of that. Not love. You get and give loads as it is. Okay, how 'bout this? I hope they bring you good sense.