ari

She bit the inside of her cheek. __ou wouldn__ keep secrets from me, would you? I mean we__e been friends how long?_"We have been friends, thirteen years, eight months, two weeks, four days,_ The wheelchair stopped and Ari watched the long shadow look at his watch. __ixteen hours, four minutes and forty seven seconds and counting I__ say; give or take thirty minutes. Or if you want the short version: five thousand and four days plus or minus a few hours."She put her hands to her face and laughed to keep from crying. __lease tell me you made half of that up. Who actually keeps track of time like that?

There are worst things in life than kissing boys.

He tried not to laugh, but he wasn't good at controlling all the laughter that lived inside of him.

I wished it was raining," he said."I don't need the rain," I said. "I need you.

Try it again," I said. "Kiss me.""No," he said."Kis

I guess I did miss Dante-even though I tried hard to not think about him. The problem with trying hard not to think about something was that you thought about it even more.

Ari!" Jeb had finally seen his son. He rushed to Ari's side and knelt next to him. Looking stunned, he gathered Ari's hulking form and held him to his chest. "I'm so sorry." I saw his mouth shape the words, though I couldn't hear them. "I'm so sorry." He bent over Ari's form, mindless of his vulnerable position.