“You okay?"Just waiting for the water to boil. Burning shower. One of the only things that helps when I'm totally freaking out."I'm not sure how to respond. "So," I whisper, "you want anything?"Yeah," She replies, sarcastic "I want to be bulimic, but the vomit grosses me out.”

“What?" I ask. I don't get anything about this day. Everything is just off."Are you sure?""Am I sure where I live? Yeah. Steeple Drive.""Your cabin is on this road?""Is it just me, or is everything I'm saying slightly freaking you out?”

“I'm not sure of anything," he admitted."But I didn't mean to freak you out before. I just can't seem to keep my hands off you. I don't want to keep my hands off you."~Wyatt”

“I don't want any part of this. The whole thing kinda freaked me out. I'm sure girls always do what you tell them because you're hot, Brent, but I'm just not that interested."His head perked up with a wide smiled. "You think I'm hot?”

“I'm okay. Except..." God! "I totally want you.”

“I'm not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I'm not sure of anything.”