“It’s one way or another, Summer. For me, it’s black and white. You’re either in the friend zone or the lover zone. And with you…Gosh, Summer, you’re in my danger zone. My rip-my-heart-out and change-me-forever zone. I have to tread lightly with you. Because if I don’t, I may never be able to find my way back.”
“It’s stupid not to communicate what you know to the adults. They’re only trying to protect us. And as far as the no-secrets zone, I can’t agree to that. I don’t even really know you guys, so why would I tell you my secrets? No way.”
“I study you so much to discover the possible flaws, the weak points, the danger zones. I don’t find them—not any. That means I am in love, blind, blind. To be blind forever.”
“I have to tell you, man, that my stalker meter is kind of registering in the red zone right now.”
“I have to tell you man, that my stalker meter is kind of registering in the red zone right now.”
“I find that when I am actually writing, I enter a zone of concentration too small to admit my troubles.”