“We're going on the roof?" I asked."Yep," Caleb answered, "and while we're on the roof, with great cell service-""The only cell service!" Kyle yelled.”

“Alright, well, we're going to go tell Maggie's father." Kyle came forward to inspect Caleb's face closely. "Dude, what are you doing?""Just memorising your pretty face before it gets all mangled."Caleb laughed and shoved Kyle who laughed too. "Shut up, man.”

“What are you doing here, Bish?" I asked as Caleb asked Kyle the same question but with much more edge to his tone."I'm your chaperone," Kyle said grinning in clear enjoyment of the situation and Caleb's reaction."And I'm his," Bish muttered and glared at us. "They couldn't spare anyone else so I volunteered to come. Kyle insisted on coming too. So here we are. What are you doing?""We were just about to go to the beach," I answered."Great. I'll go put on my suit," Kyle said chipperly and flung his duffel bag on the club chair before running upstairs.”

“You know any single girls in their twenties that would go for Bish?" I asked Caleb."Sure, I know plenty. But would Bish go for it? He doesn’t seem tobe attracted to anything that walks, talks, eats or breathes except my sister.”

“Kyle, open up. What kind of weirdo locks his bedroom door anyway?""The kind that has jerks staying over who steal girlfriends."I pressed my fingers into my eyes and took a deep breath as the pain in back and legs got a little worse. "She wasn't your girlfriend.""Irrelevant!" he yelled.”

“Kid, you've got to know that parking and making out isn't allowed, especially this time of night." "We're trying to sleep, not make out. We're on a road trip." "Is that so?" he said slowly and tapped his flashlight to the window. "The fogged up windows beg to differ.”

“In the words of some really beautiful smart girl I know, just give me what I want," Caleb whispered.”