What if you died?"

"I'd sit up there on the edge of my cloud and throw stuff at you."

"Jordy!"

"Daniel!"

"I love you."

"I know. I love you too.

Fun isn't what it used to be.

When he was done adding sloe gin and grenadine, Danny shoved the glass across the counter to Drew. "Try that and tell me what it needs."
Drew took a sip, then coughed and set the glass down. "That's awful."
Danny scowled and tossed a dripping tablespoon at him. "You're awful. I'm looking for constructive feedback, asshole. What does it need?"
Drew threw the tablespoon back. "It needs to be taken out and shot."
"Make your own damn drink, Mr. Mixology.

Wow. I've never been in... uh..."

"A fag's bedroom before."

"Yeah."

"Well don't touch anything. It's contagious.

And keep a watch out at the garage door, because you’ll be back by the stroke of seven thirty and in time for dinner or else you’ll turn back into an alien and be deported to your home planet.

Movie. What's my favorite kind of movie?”
“Is there a point to this?”
“Please, Lucy. What's my favorite movie?”
“Horror. Why?”
“No reason,” I sighed as I slouched back in the chair.
“And would you stop that! Please? It's distracting,” she said as she
slammed her hand down on top of mine to stop me from twirling my ring.
I jerked my hand out from under hers so I could cross my arms over my
chest.
“What's with you today?” Her tone was saturated with distaste.
“Nothing.”
“Well, you're being awfully annoying for nothing to be wrong,” she
retorted. “Go ahead, Josh. I'm listening now.”
I could feel the cold emanating from her and flowing in my direction. It
had been this way for a while I just didn't want to see it.
Danny and Josh looked at me and then awkwardly focused on other
things.