“I want a one hundred percent guarantee that they’ll all be fine.” Itell Mrs. Garcia.She pats my knee. “Unfortunately, there are no guarantees in life.”

“I wish my life was a John Grisham novel. His heroes always seem to be one step away from death but come up with a brilliant plan. Unfortunately, real life can’t be wrapped up with a nice little bow”

“Brittany Ellis, I'm goin' to prove to you I'm the guy you believed in ten months ago, and I'm gonna be the successful man you dreamed I could be. My plan is to ask you to marry me four years from now, the day we graduate."'And I guarantee you a lifetime of fun, probably one with no lack of fightin', for you are one passionate mamacita . . . but I definitely look forward to some great make-up sessions. Maybe one day we can even go back to Fairfield and help make it the place my dad always hoped it would be. You, me, and Shelley. And any other Fuentes or Ellis family member who wants to be a part of our lives. We'll be one big, crazy Mexican-American family. What do you think? Mujer, you own my soul.”

“She looks up at me with those vulnerable eyes. “What if it means something?” She asks.“What if it does?”“Promise me it won’t mean anything.”I lean my head back on the couch. “It won’t mean anythin’.” Aren’t I supposed to be the guy in this scenario, laying down the no-commitment rules?“And no tongue,” she adds.“Mi vida, if I kiss you, I guarantee there’s gonna be tongue.”

“Unfortunately, there are no guarentees in life.”

“When she wraps her arms around my neck, all I want to do is protect this girl for the rest of my life.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.”