Sometimes I think Ben is right, that the fantasy world is better because reality sucks...but then I look at Nikki and I believe that we can beat the odds.

I’m staring into chocolate eyes. although my brain is clouded and I’m dizzy, I know enough to register that chocolate is the opposite of blue. I don’t want blue. Blue confuses me too much. Chocolate is straight-forward, easier to deal with.

I eye Chuy like a pitcher in baseball does when a guy leads too far off base.

There's a point when you have to stop fightin' the whole world.

From the look of us, you'd never know we slept in the same bed last night and made out like the world was going to end if we stopped.

I've spent so much time avoiding arguments and smoothing relationships with the people around me, this confrontation is painful.

I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck. "Whoa, girl," he says taken aback. "I thought we were keepin' this thing between us a secret. I hate to tell you, but a bunch of north siders from Fairfield are right over there. And they're starin' at us" "I don't care. Not anymore" "Why" "You only live once