I don’t want to kiss a stranger,” Cath would answer. “I’m not interested in lips out of context.

Cath ate the banana and held on to his gaze. “I’d give you the moon right now,” she said. Levi’s eyes flashed happily, and he hitched up an eyebrow. “Yeah, but would you slay it for me?

I'm the Cool One," she told herself. "Somebody give me some tequila because I'll totally drink it. And there's no way you're going to find me later having a panic attack in your parents' bathroom. Who wants to French-kiss?

I'd rather pour myself into a world I love and understand than try to make something up out of nothing.

Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I don’t do it.

It's more like you meet someone, and you fall in love, and you hope that that person is the one - and then at some point, you have to put down your chips. You just have to make a commitment and hope that you're right.

Underneath this veneer of slightly crazy and mildly socially retarded, I'm a complete disaster.