I'm just thinking too fast-- much too fast.

Sam screamed the fun scream, and there it was. Downtown lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing. and in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

More like the movie where the guy meets a smart girl who wears a lot of sweaters and drinks cocoa. They talk about books and issues and kiss in the rain.

Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.

I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.

Patrick actually used to be popular before Sam bought him some good music.

It's just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.