Rocky and Adrian. Ginger and Fred. Dillon and Cadence.
Three sets of two beings. Two people that apart mean a whole lot less then when they are together. Men made better because of the love of their women. In our case, a boy that can’t imagine existing without his girl.
His world.

On a good day, I'm a first class prick, but even I know that being treated like you're disposable is something no one should ever be used to.

I don’t know whose bright idea it was to turn the prom into a masquerade ball, but whoever it was, I’m going to kick them in the balls for it.

At some point we all have to grow up. Sure, high school might be the best years of our lives the way people say, but when that's over what are we gonna have? An old football career if we don't play college ball and a whole lot of broken people on our conscience. I don't want that.
Maybe there's hope for me after all.

That day I realized that at least for the time being, I was becoming Christian’s somebody.
And maybe, just maybe, he was becoming mine.

I wish she had half a clue what seeing that happy face does for me. I can't quite explain it to myself, but I really wish she could know. It's like when she does it, it's all I can see and I want more of it. Especially after the day we've had. I always want her making happy faces.