Louis… Louis, Louis, Louis, where do I start with this one? First came the fucking, then came the heartbreak after heartbreak after heartbreak — and then, the close friends part finally came along. Who knew, right? One minute we’re fucking in the backseat of a car in our tuxedos in the middle of nowhere, and the next we’re fighting about what happens between us, and then suddenly it’s as if nothing happened and we’re friends. Christ, I was such a fucking prick to him, I don’t know how he doesn’t hate me. I mean, who knows what was going through my mind when it all happened? Maybe I was trying to be a dick, maybe I was bored, or maybe for a split second there I did feel something for him. I can’t even tell you what it was myself, but I do regret throwing him around like some sort of toy like that. At least he’s decent enough of a person to let me back into his life, and actually call me a friend. If I was in his place, I’d probably hold a grudge forever. But that’s the difference between me and him — I’m stubborn as hell, and he’s patient with me. I honestly am quite grateful to have a friend like him in my life. It’s a wonder he still fuckin’ sticks around.
And Carter — what is there to say about Carter other than the loveliest things? She’s smart as hell, she’s a kind-hearted girl, she’s fucking gorgeous and she can make you laugh. Anyone would be lucky to have her, but unfortunately, she hasn’t had the best of luck when it came to relationships. I’ll admit, the guys she dated? Well, she could do worlds better than that. Maybe sometimes, she can be a little too emotional, but that just comes with her personality and it’s nothing if it isn’t a beautiful one.