A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

This is what happens when you try to help people. You get screwed.

Lindsay calls them the Pugs: pretty from far away, ugly up close.

And we did, and it wasn’t bad. We ate the whole stupid can, we were so hungry. And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.” I’m gasping, feeling as though I am about to drown; I’m reaching for him blindly, grabbing at his collar.

Because?' I prompt 'Because I'm sorry, but I can't help it, and I really need to kiss you right now.

Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.