"Brittany, I love hangin' with you. Shit, when I get to school I scan the halls lookin' for you. As soon as I catch sight of those angelic streaks of sunshine," I say, fingering her hair, "I know I can make it through the day." "I'm no angel." "You are to me. If you forgive me, I'll go back and apologize to that artist guy." She opens her eyes. "Really?" "Yeah. I don't want to do it. But I will...for you."