You know what sucks about sorry? It's the worst word in the world. Because it always happens after you fuck up something good.
She almost wished she smoked, so she could lie on the car’s hood, flick a lighter, and make up names for the constellations while nicotine burned her lungs.
He offered to make-out with Hunter if it would prove that he's ok with me being gay." "Hmm," said Adam. "Yeah I think I need to see proof." "Shut up." "Tell him it has to be shirtless. Wait, let me get my phone out-