Sometimes, I think Bill forgets that I am sixteen. But I am very happy that he does.

So what's the point of using words nobody else knows or can say comfortably? I just don't understand that.

I'm only being cute here. I don't really mean it. I just wanted to make you smile.

Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.

The inside jokes weren't jokes anymore. They had become stories. Nobody brought up the bad names or the bad times. And nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.

It is important to say "sir" at these moments. And if they ever call you by your first-middle-last name, you better watch out. I'm telling you.

I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.