to build a home

"What kind of privilege is it that I get to take you food?”

I didn't say the food you sneak in would be for me, but if you're feeling generous I'll always accept some food.

"Hum…I’d totally pass that. My support on your decision depends on one thing though. Do I get any kind of family privileges?"

I'll let you get an extension every time you check out a book or multiple books and I'll also let you sneak food in, but it has to be a soft food and easy to hide. 

The fact that you get to read books throws me off as well as the fact that you yourself have to be quiet.

You don't think that librarians read books while they're working? What else are they suppose to do when they aren't helping people check out books, giving out library cards, and putting books in their correct spots? I think librarians have an exception when it comes to being quiet, 'cause you can't help people out if you don't talk to them, right?

I don’t really know maybe a cabinet or something but it was solid, really solid. 

Did you just hit it on something or did you hit it earlier? Do you need some ice?

So I stubbed my toe. I think it’s broken, oops.

Jesus Christ, Dee. What did you stub your toe on?

Exactly. And then, who knows, the water they give you might not even be water. It’s terrifying, really.

They might even be putting roofies or other soluble drugs in that water and we'd never even know until it finally kicks in. Dentist, doctors, and people that put milk in before the cereal are people that can't be trusted.

Can I tell you something? When I go to the dentist, it feels like my teeth are being raped.

The dentist scare the shit out of me, 'cause they have all those sharp tools and could put a hole in your tongue if they wanted to.

Ha, okay. Do you, uh, wanna come for a run with me?

Sure, yeah, I guess. But only if you give me a piggy back ride on the way back to the house.

It’s just running, why would I?

I was kidding, Jace, go on ahead.

You are! She doesn’t love you. She told me that the next time I decided that sneaking out of my window at 1am in the morning and inevitably falling was a good idea, she’d lock me in the house forever. Called you a bad influence and everything, but I beg to differ. He doesn’t need to try, because he already is.

You're the mean one in this friendship. Hey, it's not my fault you tried to climb out of your window with little to no experience. You could've simply told me that you didn't want to do it, but you didn't. If I told her half of the stuff you do, you'd be the bad influence. You're too lame for Jesus.

No. You’re really mean. The only thing that my mom has told me is that girls who are named Maia are really mean and rude. Untrue; He’s mine. We hooked up last week, went clubbing, drank some wine and ate some bread; The usual.

I am not, shut up. You should be ashamed of yourself, Taylor, lying on your mother like that when we both know that she loves me. He only hung out with you, 'cause he thought you needed him in your life. He wasn't trying to become your homie.

Wow. You’re so mean. I might just cry —— And Jesus does love me enough. We’re homies and everything.

I'm not mean. I'm a very nice person. Hasn't your mom ever told you that lying is bad? It's even in the bible: "Thou shall not lie." Jesus is my homie and my homie only.