He flashes me his dimple-laden grin, and I faint.  No… literally. I fainted.

You’re attracted to me?” “Oh, God,” I groan. “That’s the last thing you need for your ego.” “That’s probably true,” he laughs. “Better hurry up and insult me before my ego gets as big as yours.” “You need a hair cut,” I blurt out. “Really bad. It gets in your eyes and you squint and you’re constantly moving it out of the way like you’re Justin Bieber and it’s really distracting.

You fell asleep right when she was about to find out her mother’s secret. How dare you. I’ll be back tomorrow night so you can finish reading it to me. And by the way, you have really bad breath and you snore way too loud

Sure. But if the book sucks, we’re re-evaluating the friendship.

I keep forgetting you’re technologically challenged.

You shouldn’t offer cookies without milk, you know. You’re a pretty pathetic hostess.

Speaking of… does this mean you get your phone back?” I shrug. “I don’t really want that phone back. I’m hoping my whipped boyfriend will get me an iPhone for Christmas.

I’m just a brother who loved his sister more than life itself.

I had fun today,” he says. “You’re kind of weird.