Do you think we'll get married one day?" I said.
"To each other?" Charlie asked.
"No, silly. I mean to other people." (But really, I'd meant to each other.)

Listen to me. They may control what you do, but no one can pee on your soul without your permission.

Isn't it funny how we live inside the lies we believe?

Since that day I saw you in chemistry class with thatt canary yellow shirt, I wanted to make every day Christmas for you.

As I drive home, I picture other signs- one for everyone who has a secret. Bill Corso's would say, I CAN'T READ, BUT I CAN THROW A FOOTBALL. Mr. Shunk's would read, I WISH I COULD TOSS YOU ALL ON AN ISLAND BY YOURSELVES. Dad's would read, I HATE MYSELF FOR NO GOOD REASON.

My Idea grows.

As I load my shirt into the washer for the night, I daydream about making a sign and hanging it around my neck. I could wear it to school tomorrow. It could read, I MISS CHARLIE KHAN.