It's funny how you can think you know someone pretty well, and then something happens or they do something that makes you understand that you didn't really know them at all.

But in my heart I knew the old Bryce was toast. There was no going back. Not to Garrett or Shelly or Miranda or any of the other people who wouldn't understand. Juli was different, but after all these years that didn't bother me anymore. I liked it. I liked her.

But in my heart I knew that just like the new grass, I wasn't strong enough yet to be walked on

There's no winning arguments with your parents

What he did to my heart was sheer, inexplicable, magic.

Sometimes a little discomfort in the beginning can save a whole lot of pain down the road.

It's experiences in life that give us something to write about, and since good fiction is applied tension, you'll have an arsenal of good material if life hasn't been peachy (and not a whole lot if it has).