Yeah, I was just curious. I concentrated on my footsteps.Yeah, well, next time you think about stepping into rock concerts you might want to bring a bodyguard.I stopped and turned around. I brought my hands to my hips, a bit offended. What is that supposed to mean?He dropped the end of the bat into the sand. It means your small.

Kenny rested his hand on my leg, patting it delicately. His thoughts staying just that, thoughts, as we drove in silence, back to my prison of paradise, back to the one place I knew I could be happy, yet miserable, all in the same day.

Trust, you give it and you take it away. You believe it with everything you have in you, you allow your heart to trust somebody else. I trusted very few in life, but sometimes you just needed to give in and fight the urge to flee.

I fantasized how no matter what happened, no one could ever come between us, call it wishful thinking, I called it a fact.

It would have been magical I was sure, if I hadn't caught my marshmallow on fire and dropped it on his shoe.

Everyone is screwed up, the ones who try to say they aren’t, they’re the ones who are the worst off.

Is that a rule? Do you have a rule that you can’t kiss people in the morning?

If you want to get rid of Rose then fine, I’ll take care of it. But I don’t think that is going to solve your problem. You’ll still be here. And you are your problem.

Frankie scanned her eyes. I don’t ask for things. I take them.