But I did drive all the way here. And I put on a shirt with like an actual shape to it, which goes against my nonuniform, nonwork clothes policy of maximum comfort and minimal effort.

So when I said that I’d always be your friend, I meant that... I always want to be there for you, no matter what. No matter which way. And if you don’t feel the same way, that’s okay. I understand. I’ll just... keep on loving you. All those other ways.

We're not a couple.""Well, you should be," I say, in one of those moments where my mouth and brain seem to disconnect from each other. "You seem good together."No, but like what in the actual fuck are you doing? part of me says.LOOK HOW CHILL I AM, the part in control replies.

Hey, Gabe's here," I say."I am.""He is."I look at Remy. Remy looks back at me. I raise my eyebrows emphatically, but he just scrunches his lower in confusion.Don't say anything about the painting, my eyes are trying to say.I have no idea what you mean, his eyes are saying back.

The ultimate diagnosis was a broken ankle, bruised ribs, a sprained wrist. "One in every flavor," August said with a weak smile. "You're like the Yum Yum Shoppe of bodily harm." He shook his head. 'Fourteen flavors of fun. I would need eleven more injuries." "You'll probably have a bunch of bruises." "Eleven of them?""Yup." "Then I'm the Yum Yum Shoppe." ~pg. 260

(Brit: "You know what I hate most about it> It's like someone copy-and-pasted the landscape. Just the same sky and the same field over and over again. Like, have some creativity, at least. Break it up with a little flavor every now and then." Dash: "The billboards add flavor." Brit: "We clearly have different ideas about flavor, Dashiell.")

I told August this, and he nodded I consideration. "Could be possible." "Fifty grand to fix your vacuum." "I mean, that's a deal. My vacuum cost twelve million dollars." "Really." "Uh-huh. Military-grade. It could drain a lake." I grinned. "If you aim it at the sky, it's capable of tearing a hole in the fabric of space." ~pg. 135

Do you have, like...stuff to do?" he said finally. "While the girls are asleep?" "Yeah. I usually go through Kyle and Heather's room. Tyr on all their clothes, roll around in their bed. That kind of thing." ~pg. 69

After all, it's where the teens are at, Brit has said. It's the zone for teens. We almost can't exist in any other kind of zone. Child Zone? Forget it. Adult Zone? Fuck that noise. I am for the Teen Zone only. She also often used it as a euphemism: I want to put my Teen Zone on his Teen one. I want her all up in my Teen Zone. ~pg. 28

The perfect comeback only comes to you way after the offending incident, most especially when you’re alone in the shower with no one but the shampoo bottle to tell it to.