Let me guess,” Eli said, his voice that low, even timbre, as always. “Drinking from kegs also falls under outdoor activity.” I just looked at him, standing there in jeans and the same blue hoodie he’d had on the first time I met him. Maybe it was the embarrassment, which had been bad enough before I had an audience, but I was instantly annoyed. I said, “Are we outside?” He glanced round, as if needing to confirm this. “Nope.” “Then no.” I turned my attention back to the keg.

Everything looks different when you're older, not staring up at the world but down upon it.

Impulsiveness can be charming but deliberation can have an appeal, as well.

Look at it this way: I might be saying you're fat, but at least I'm not punching you in the face.' Are those the only options?' Not always. Just sometimes.

Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour could make all the difference.

You punched him by accident.

But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening.