Get me outa here. F*ckin' creepy cheerleaders.

She gets to school late. Bashful gives her a tardy, and won't reconsider. Janie always hated Bashful. Stupidest. Dwarf. Ever.

So, ah, I'm not sure if you know this, but you're not wearing a shirt." "Distracting, isn't it?

Dreams aren't memories," he says.

Go force your condescending man-logic on the next house. You can go now.

And then they kiss. Slowly, gently. Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.

Janie blinks and leans against the wall, just in case. But it's no one's dream. It's just the end of some things. And the beginning of others.