Binding 13 Johnny Quotes

¨I think I need you for keeps.¨ ¨I think I need you for keeps, too.¨

I can take you home when you have to go? What the actual fuck? I might as well have shouted, love me, fucking love me at the girl. I felt like a bleeding eejit.

¨I think I need you for keeps,¨ he slurred. ¨I think I need you for keeps, too,¨ I confessed.

Relax,” Johnny whispered in my ear, distracting me from my memories. “You’re safe with me.

Me too. To assholes and bullshit,” Johnny snarled. “Now, tell me who made you cry and I’ll fix it.

Okay? I know that. It was wrong. I understand. I just…I just…” “You just what, Shannon?” he coaxed. “I thought you liked me,” I strangled out. “Jesus Christ,” Johnny groaned, dropping his head in his hands. “Of course, I like you.” He tugged on his hair and sighed. “I think it’s pretty fucking clear that I’m mad about you.

Give me a name," Johnny growled, dropping his hands to his hips. "And I'll take care of it.

Hi, Johnny.” “Boom, boom, fucking boom, Da,” I groaned, slapping a hand against my chest. “I’m done for.

I don’t give a shite," I snapped, thinking about her bruised face. "I didn’t want her to leave, Gibs, and he just took her away from me. And I let him!" "You do know that you're not allowed to keep humans as pets, don’t you?" he asked in a wry tone. "You know that's just dogs and cats, right?

¨I think I need you for keeps,¨ he slurred. ¨I think I need you for keeps, too,¨ I confessed.

One of his eyes was turning purple and swelling at a rapid pace, and he had a steady trail of blood flowing down his eyebrow, but it didn’t seem to faze him one bit. Johnny's attention wasn’t on the medic or the referee shouting commands in his ear. He was too busy looking at me.

Johnny shrugged, but didn’t answer my question. Instead, he swooped down and grabbed my schoolbag. “Come on.” Throwing my bag over his shoulder, he pressed a hand to my back and nudged me forward. “Big brother gave me permission to take you home.

I love you, Shannon like the river,” he slurred. My heart stopped. Did he just? No. No, of course he didn’t. “I fucking love you,” Johnny said again. Oh god. He did. He absolutely did. Twice.

You are still Johnny Kavanagh. You are still an honor student. You are still a good man. And you are still my best decision.

Boom, boom, fucking boom.... I'm done for.

Oh, Johnny,” Mam sighed. “You never had to lie, baby. I like that girl.” “She’s mine,” I grumbled. “You can’t have her.

God, he was just so beautiful, it was painful. Everything about Johnny Kavanagh was pure perfection. He was big and strong, and his face? Oh god, his face was the best face I had ever laid eyes on.

Well, I love you, Johnny Kavanagh! Even though you're leaving. Even though you don’t feel the same. Even though loving you is going to break my heart. I love you with everything I have. And I probably always will.

It’s devastating. Your mother and I understand. You might not think we do, but we brought you into this world, and every single painful moment in your life that you endure, and every obstacle you stumble over, we’re there, Johnny. We’re right behind you, feeling everything. Your pain and frustration and fears. It’s all mirrored back to us. Your achievements are ours and your heartache is ours. Because you are all we have, Johnny. Just you. That’s it.

I’d never had this level of normality before. I’d never felt safe. But I was starting to. And I had a feeling he had something to do with it. Johnny Kavanagh.

Holy crap. My brother just walked into Johnny Kavanagh’s house.

See her, Da? See? So fucking beautiful!” Johnny announced. “Told ye all.

Well, I love you, Johnny Kavanagh!

Johnny, I know, but I have to go,” I whispered, flustered. “It’s family only.” “She’s my wife,” he announced then, blowing my mind clean open.

Releasing an unsteady breath, I reached up, grabbed Johnny’s neck, and pulled his face down to mine. And then I kissed him.

Give me a name, and I’ll take care of it.” ”I have allergies.“ ”Me too. To assholes and bullshit,“ Johnny snarled. ”Now, tell me who made you cry and I’ll fix it.

Hi, Johnny." "Boom, boom, fucking boom, Da," I groaned, slapping a hand against my chest. "I'm done for.

What—no! I’m grand,” I quickly replied. “I have allergies.” “Me too. To assholes and bullshit,” Johnny snarled. “Now, tell me who made you cry and I’ll fix it.

I don’t want to know if he can play rugby or not,” I squeezed out as a wave of guilt swallowed me up. “I want to know if he is okay! Him. Johnny! The person. Not the fucking rugby player!

Do you mind?” I asked then. He smirked. “No, baby, I don’t mind.” My heart stopped in my chest. Johnny’s face flushed and he shook his head. “I mean—” “It’s okay,” I whispered. “It’s fine.

Who’s hurting you, baby?” he slurred sleepily. He yawned loudly and then sighed. “I’ll fix it.” “It’s a secret,” I breathed, feeling my body shake. “I won’t tell,” he whispered. Inhaling a trembling breath, I clenched my eyes shut and pressed my lips to his ear. “My father.” I waited several beats for him to say something. He didn’t. When I opened my eyes and looked at his face, I realized why. Johnny was asleep.

If you do not make it this summer, then you do not make it this summer,” he repeated. “You are still Johnny Kavanagh. You are still an honor student. You are still a good man. And you are still my best decision.

Joey’s altercation with his father: The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus—“Face Down” Johnny losing the run of himself with Shannon: Jamie Lawson—“Ahead of Myself” Johnny when he’s realizing he’s falling in love with Shannon: The Killers—“Mr. Brightside” When Shannon goes up to his room for the first time: The Fray—“Look after You” Johnny after his surgery with his father: X Ambassadors—“Unsteady” Shannon in the final scene: Raign—“Knocking on Heaven’s Door

Johnny, I know, but I have to go,” I whispered, flustered. “It’s family only.” “She’s my wife,” he announced then, blowing my mind clean open. “Jonathan Kavanagh,” his mother snapped. “Stop this right now! You’ll scare the girl.

Shannon as her feelings deepen for Johnny: The Chainsmokers—“Don’t Let Me Down” Johnny as his feelings deepen for Shannon: Dean Lewis—“Lose My Mind” Shannon and Johnny in the changing room in Dublin: James Last—“Here Comes the Sun” In Johnny’s bedroom, when Shannon is crying: Imaginary Future—“Here Comes the Sun” Joey’s feelings for Aoife: Walking on Cars—“Flying High Falling Low” Gibsie and Johnny in most of their scenes: Chester See and Ryan Higa—“Bromance

I didn’t know where you were,” Johnny continued to tell me as he shook his head, looking all flustered and sounding confused. “I thought I lost you… and my head? My head is hiiiigh as balls, baby.” He called you baby. He called you baby again.

Am I dying or something?” “No, Johnny, love, you’re not dying.” “Thank fuck,” I groaned. “’Cause I wanna see that girl again.” “Okay, Johnny. Just relax, buddy.” “No, no, no, Da. I’m serious,” I slurred. “I think I love that girl.” “Well, who’s this girl?” “She’s a river.” I sighed and closed my eyes. “I’m keeping her, Da.” “Okay, son,” he coaxed. “You keep the girl.” “She makes my heart go, like, whoa.” “Is that right?” he mused. “So bad, Da.” I sighed. “Boom, boom, fucking boom.” I shook my head. “All the time.

One of his eyes was turning purple and swelling at a rapid pace, and he had a steady trail of blood flowing down his eyebrow, but it didn’t seem to faze him one bit. Johnny’s attention wasn’t on the medic or the referee shouting commands in his ear. He was too busy looking at me.

Focus, Johnny. Remember. I scrolled through my contacts with the intention of calling her to apologize, only to slump in dismay when I remembered that I didn’t have her number. And even if I did, I couldn’t call her. Because her father took her phone. My father. My father. What was I missing here?

Johnny, I know, but I have to go,” I whispered, flustered. “It’s family only.” “She’s my wife,” he announced then, blowing my mind clean open. “Jonathan Kavanagh,” his mother snapped. “Stop this right now! You’ll scare the girl.” “What are ya talking about?” Johnny slurred. “I’m not scaring her. I love her.

I don’t want to know if he can play rugby or not,” I squeezed out as a wave of guilt swallowed me up. “I want to know if he is okay! Him. Johnny! The person. Not the fucking rugby player!” Gibsie tilted his head to one side, studying me with a curious look. “Well, aren’t you a keeper?” he finally mused, tone low.

Johnny’s penis has touched these things. And now your vagina has. You’re practically having sex with him!

Yeah, he did. He promised. And he kept it… "Well, thanks for caring," I breathed. "Thanks for being worth it," Johnny replied, hand still on my cheek.

Either way, the child inside of me clung to the promise for all it was worth. And promises like that to girls like me were worth everything.

Either way, the child inside of me clung the promise for all it was worth. And promise like that to girls like me were worth everything.

Go for it, I thought to myself. But you can’t destroy what’s already broken… “Relax,” Johnny whispered in my ear, distracting me from my memories.

Mrs. Kavanagh’s face turned a deathly shade of white when she hissed, “I am going to castrate that little shit—” “Oh my god, no!” I squealed. Thinking back over my words, I suddenly realized how badly that must have sounded to Mrs. Kavanagh and, desperate to wipe the look of terror off her face, I quickly clarified. “Out. Johnny knocked me out. Not up.” Oh, dear god, let me die. “Out,” I emphasized for the dozenth time. “The bump was on my head.” “How did he hurt you?” his mother asked, looking troubled and yet massively relieved. I sighed heavily. “With his balls.” “With his balls?” she repeated, looking horrified. “Johnny knocked you out with his balls?

You can wear my number and shout, ‘Johnny, Johnny,’ from the stands.

Jesus Christ,” Johnny groaned, dropping his head in his hands. “Of course, I like you.” He tugged on his hair and sighed.

With wide eyes, I watched as Johnny unzipped the black coat he was wearing and draped it over my shoulders. “Come on,” he said in a coaxing

You think I'd let anyone hurt you?" Johnny finally asked, his eyes dark and intense and focused solely on my face. "You think I'd let anything bad happen to you,

What are you doing? What the hell are you doing? Johnny’s penis has touched these things. And now your vagina has. You’re practically having sex with him!

Someone touched you,” Johnny whispered in my ear, placing his fingers on the marks. “I want to know who.

hips. “And I’ll take care of it.” “What—no! I’m grand,” I quickly replied. “I have allergies.” “Me too. To assholes and bullshit,” Johnny snarled. “Now, tell me who made you cry and I’ll fix it.

Then give us two tickets to something that’s not sold out,” Johnny snapped, dragging my attention back to the conversation he was having with the girl behind the counter that I was having a hard time seeing over.

Bye, Johnny,” I told him in a small voice. His features softened instantly as he looked down at me and smiled. “Bye, Shannon.

Give me a name,” Johnny growled, dropping his hands to his hips. “And I’ll take care of it.” “What—no! I’m grand,” I quickly replied. “I have allergies.” “Me too. To assholes and bullshit,” Johnny snarled. “Now, tell me who made you cry and I’ll fix it.

Well, I love you, Johnny Kavanagh! Even though you’re leaving. Even though you don’t feel the same. Even though loving you is going to break my heart. I love you with everything I have. And I probably always will.

Bring the lights back, Da,” Johnny instructed, slurring his words. “Light up the world. You need to see this girl.

You’ll have my babies, won’t you?” “I…” I cleared my throat and exhaled a ragged breath. “I…” “Shannon, I am so sorry,” Mrs. Kavanagh strangled out. “Say it,” Johnny groaned, clutching my hand. “Tell me you’ll have my babies.” “Johnny—” “Just tell me you will,” he begged loudly. “Just say it, Shannon! Please! I can’t take it.” “Sure?” I croaked out, feeling faint. “Whatever you want, Johnny.” “Gibs,” Johnny called out happily. “Did you hear that, lad?” “I sure did, Bulldozer.” “Didn’t I do good, Da?” he continued to rave. “See? I found her!” “You did a great job,” Mr. Kavanagh coaxed.

I don’t care,” he slurred groggily. “I got what I wanted.” “And what was that?” I asked. “To embarrass your mother?” “You,” he slurred. “I got you.” Oh god. My heart. “Johnny, you’re saying strange things right now,” I murmured. And you need to stop. Because it hurts. “Look at that face,” he whispered, staring up at me with a peculiar expression. “I’m gonna keep you.” “Okay.” Relenting to his madness, I coaxed him to lie back on his pillow. “You can keep me.

With wide eyes, I watched as Johnny unzipped the black coat he was wearing and draped it over my shoulders. “Come on,” he said in a coaxing tone as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, tucked me into his side, and led me out of school. “I’ll take care of you.

Well, thanks for caring,” I breathed. “Thanks for being worth it,” Johnny replied, hand still on my cheek.

Can you stay with me?” My feet stopped and my heart sped up. I turned back to look at him. “Huh?” “Please,” Johnny croaked out. “I don’t want to be on my own.” My heart constricted tightly in my chest, making it hard to breathe. “I can go and get Gibsie?” I offered weakly. Johnny shook his head. “I only want you.

He’s in a bad way,” he admitted quietly. “Depending on what the doctors say when he gets to the hospital, he’s looking at some serious time out of the game.” Exhaling heavily, he ran a hand through his hair. “He’s out for the final, for sure.” “I don’t want to know if he can play rugby or not,” I squeezed out as a wave of guilt swallowed me up. “I want to know if he is okay! Him. Johnny! The person. Not the fucking rugby player!” Gibsie tilted his head to one side, studying me with a curious look. “Well, aren’t you a keeper?” he finally mused, tone low.

He’ll let you down, the defensive part of my brain argued. He’ll hurt you worse than all the others. “I won’t,” Johnny stated, seemingly able to read my thoughts.

I waited for Johnny to stand up and tell me he needed to go back to his friends, but he didn’t. He just sat there with me while the pain relief took effect. He didn’t mock me or run. He didn’t react in the way most boys would. He took control of the situation. I knew right there that he was exceptionally special and that it had nothing to do with his sporting capabilities. He was exceptional on the inside, too.

Did he think of me as a sister? It certainly sounded like he did. He certainly reacted to my kiss like he did. Had I been sister-zoned? “Stop overthinking,” Johnny instructed in a coaxing tone, distracting me from my internal battle. “Everything’s fine.” I turned to look at him. “What makes you think I’m overthinking?” He shrugged, smiling this amazing boyish grin at me. “Am I wrong?” No. No, of course he wasn’t. Overthinking was my specialty. Dammit. “I can’t help it,” I admitted, feeling my face heat up. “It’s in my nature. I’m a born worrier.” “Well,” he sighed. “One thing you don’t need to worry about is Bella.” The minute I heard her name, I automatically began to worry. Worry and overthink. What would she say next? What would she do? Was I going to get a hiding from her the next time she caught me in the bathrooms? Should I run now? “Stop,” Johnny ordered, intercepting my panic. “You don’t need to worry about her.

I want to take you home,” he told me. “I need to make sure you’re okay.” “Why?” “I just do.” Standing up, Johnny reached for my bag and tossed it over his shoulder before turning to look at me. “Let me take you home, Shannon.

I’m going to be there one day,” Johnny stated, tilting his head in the direction of the telly. “One of these days that’s going to be me, Shannon.

Shocked, I watched as he tossed my bag on the ground alongside his before lowering the zipper on his designer-looking jacket and shrugging it off. “Wh-what are you doing?” I strangled out, teeth chattering from the cold. “What do you think I’m doing?” he countered as he reached behind me and placed the hood of his jacket on my head and wrapped it around my shoulders. “You’re getting soaked out here.” “But you won’t have a jacket,” I blurted out. “But you will,” he shot back. “Now, are you going to put your arms in the sleeves, or am I going to have to do it for you?” When I failed to assist him—quite frankly I was too stunned to do anything other than gape at him—Johnny grabbed both ends of the jacket and zipped it up to my chin, leaving my hands trapped at my sides, the empty sleeves swaying beside me. He pulled the hood forward, covering my hair from the rain, and then reached down and grabbed both of our bags.

When Johnny stretched his legs out on top of the coffee table, I waited for a good ten minutes before attempting to do the same, only to fail epically when my toes barely touched the corner before clattering to the floor. Chuckling softly, Johnny reached forward and dragged the table closer to the couch. Embarrassed, I kept my feet firmly on the floor. Less than a minute later, Johnny reached over, lifted my legs, and placed them on the table. I turned to look at him, but his attention was back on the screen.

A few cheeseburgers and a curry chips.” “How did it taste?” “Better than sex.” “We’re supposed to be on a diet!” Gibsie hissed in an appalled tone before quickly asking, “Did you get me something?” “Yeah, I got you a burger.” “Thanks, Johnny.” “And then I got hungry so I ate it.” “You’re a monster.

That's because I'm a ninety-year-old woman disguised as a teenager," I quipped. "That's..." Johnny scrunched his nose up. "A disturbing concept.

Give me a name," Johnny growled, dropping his hands to his hips. "And I'll take care of it." "What– no! I'm grand," I quickly replied. "I have allergies." "Me, too. To assholes and bullshit

Jesus Christ,” Johnny groaned, dropping his head in his hands. “Of course, I like you.” He tugged on his hair and sighed. “I think it’s pretty fucking clear that I’m mad about you.

Adele—“River Lea” Boy & Bear—“Fall at Your Feet” Joshua Radin—“Here Comes the Sun” Astroline—“Close My Eyes” Adele—“One and Only” Sia—“Breathe Me” Raign—“Knocking on Heaven’s Door” Natalie Merchant—“My Skin” Carly Rae Jepson—“I Really Like You” Nora Jones—“Come Away with Me” The Fray—“You Found Me” Imelda May—“Johnny Got a Boom Boom” Jessica Simpson—“With You” Robyn—“Dancing on My Own” Natasha Bedingfield—“Wild Horses” B.o.B. with Hayley Williams—“Airplanes” Paramore—“The Only Exception” Lady Gaga—“Paparazzi” Pink—“Family Portrait” Madonna—“Crazy for You” The Corrs—“Runaway” Miley Cyrus—“Malibu” Hunter Hayes—“Invisible” Camilla Cabello—“Consequences” Taylor Swift—“Love Story” Anne-Marie—“2002” Celine Dion—“A New Day Has Come” The Chainsmokers—“Don’t Let Me Down” Kate Nash—“Nicest Thing” Haley Reinhart—“Can’t Help Falling in Love” Rachel Platten—“Stand by You” Anne-Marie—“Alarm” Paramore—“Still into You” Katrina and the Waves—“Walking on Sunshine” Anna Nalick—“Breathe (2 AM)

The Coronas—“Give Me a Minute” Picture This—“95” Lewis Capaldi—“Bruises” Kid Rock—“First Kiss” Picture This—“Jane” Troye Sivan—“YOUTH” (Acoustic) John Mayer—“Daughters” Eminem—“Superman” (Remix) Gym Class Heroes—“Cupid’s Chokehold” Eagle-Eye Cherry—“Save Tonight” Bend Sinister—“Shannon” Gym Class Heroes—“Stereo Hearts” MAX—“I’ll Come Back for You” Ed Sheeran—“Give Me Love” You Me at Six—“Take on the World” Chuck Berry—“Johnny B. Goode” Ritchie Valens—“We Belong Together” Reckless Kelly—“Wicked Twisted Road” Nelly and Tim McGraw—“Over and Over Again” Jamie Lawson—“Ahead of Myself” Jason Derulo—“Trumpets” Jamie Lawson—“A Little Mercy” A1—“Same Old Brand-New You” Jamie Lawson—“Can’t See Straight” Making April—“Paparazzi” Jamie Lawson—“Don’t Let Me Let You Go” Jamie Lawson—“In Our Own Worlds” Jamie Lawson—“I’m Gonna Love You” Westlife—“Bop Bop Baby” David Gray—“This Year’s Love” New Hollow—“She Ain’t You” Nelly Furtado—“Try” (Douglas George cover) Imagine Dragons—“Thunder” Scouting for Girls—“Heartbeat” Picture This—“You & I” Scouting for Girls—“Marry Me” Placebo—“Every You Every Me” Boyzone—“Love Me for a Reason” The Script—“Nothing” Every Avenue—“Only Place I Call Home” Justin Timberlake—“Mirrors” Blake Shelton—“Sangria

I had learned a valuable lesson tonight thought, and that was to never ask a girl what she was thinking if you weren't prepared to take a huge fucking knock to the ego

Did you get me something?” “Yeah, I got you a burger.” “Thanks, Johnny.” “And then I got hungry so I ate it.” “You’re a monster.

Maybe I’d attached myself to Johnny because not only was he the first person I saw when I came to, but he also was the first person who’d shown me genuine kindness.

Give me a name,” Johnny growled, dropping his hands to his hips. “And I’ll take care of it.

Well, shite." Johnny was smiling now. "You're a sarcastic little thing when you want to be, aren't you?" Feeling a sudden burst of playfulness, I shrugged and said, "I know you are but what am I?" "Now you're being a messer." "I know you are but what am I?" I repeated, smirking. "Sticks and stones will break my bones," he quipped, playing along now. "But girls will never hurt me." "It's words will never hurt me," I corrected, finding myself mirroring his smile. "Not girls." "Not in my world," he replied with a low chuckle. "Liar, liar," I spurted, "Your pants are on fire.

And I'm not wearing pink." He frowned in confusion. "Huh?" "Pink to make the boys wink," I clarified, feeling smug at tripping him up in this little game we seemed to be playing. "I'm wearing blue, not pink. No need to wink at me." With a devilish grin etched on his face, Johnny leaned into my ear and whispered, "I reckon I can make those pretty cheeks of yours turn pink.

I'm not sure I believe you." "You believe me," he assured me in a confident tone. "Oh, I do?" I arched a brow. "What makes you so sure?" "Because you trust me," he responded with a huge, megawatt smile. "I don’t trust anyone, Johnny

Because you can, Shannon," Johnny's voice broke through my thoughts. "You can trust me." His gaze was locked on mine, his strikingly intense, blue eyes burning holes inside of me. "I won't hurt you.

I can keep a secret, Johnny Kavanagh," I whispered, stroking his cheek with my fingers. "And I promise I'll keep yours.

Give me a name,” Johnny growled, dropping his hands to his hips. “And I’ll take care of it.” “What—no! I’m grand,” I quickly replied. “I have allergies.

Johnny’s jersey number is thirteen,” Claire explained, looking thoroughly disgusted. “And binding is a rugby reference for engaging in a scrum—although I’m pretty sure those girls meant engaging with Johnny in a whole different position.

Jesus Christ,” Johnny groaned, dropping his head in his hands. “Of course, I like you.” He tugged on his hair and sighed. “I think it’s pretty fucking clear that I’m mad about you.” Exhaling a pained groan, he added, “But I’ll be eighteen in May, Shannon.

I'm going to hug you," Johnny whispered in my ear. "Tell me if that's not okay?" Sniffling, I turned inwards and buried my face in his side, answering his question with actions. Johnny's arms came around me, pulling me close, and I clutched his shirt in my hand, fisting the fabric tightly, as sobs racked through my body. "I'm here for you," he told me, voice gruff and thick, as his hand moved in slow circles over my back. "If you need someone to talk to," he pulled me closer, "I'm right here.

But then I snatched her back." "What the fuck?" "I know," I barked. "I know." "How do you snatch a girl, Johnny?

That is seriously unhygienic, Johnny," Gibsie stated with a frown. "Letting her sleep on your bed like that?" He shuddered. "Fucking rank, lad." "You're one to talk about unhygienic," I growled, swinging around to face him. "She's cleaner than you." I shot him a dirty look before adding, "At least Sook doesn’t puke all over herself in her sleep and roll it into my Ma's couch.

Did you get me something?" "Yeah, I got you a burger." "Thanks, Johnny." "And then I got hungry so I ate it." "You're a monster.

That is seriously unhygienic, Johnny," Gibsie stated with a frown. "Letting her sleep on your bed like that?" He shuddered. "Fucking rank, lad." "You're one to talk about unhygienic," I growled, swinging around to face him. "She's cleaner than you." I shot him a dirty look before adding, "At least Sook doesn’t puke all over herself in her sleep and roll it into my Ma's couch." "You promised you wouldn’t bring it up again," he choked out, looking wounded. "Promise breaker.

This is a team sport,” Coach seethed, glaring at me. “Not the Johnny show.

That’s because I’m a ninety-year-old woman disguised as a teenager,” I quipped. “That’s”—Johnny scrunched his nose up—“A disturbing concept.

Johnny, don’t,” I strangled out as I chased after him. For once in my life, I was glad to be tiny. It allowed me to slide into the tiny space between Johnny and the table he was leaning over. “Johnny,” I breathed, pressing hard on his chest. “Walk away.” He didn’t look at me. “Johnny,” I repeated, reaching up and touching his face. He snapped his furious gaze on me. “Walk away,” I commanded, staring up at him with my heart in my mouth. “Please.

Johnny had a pinched expression when he said, “A Maroon 5 song.” “Oh?” I looked up at him. “Which one?” He shifted in discomfort. “‘She Will Be Loved.

Yeah, I got you a burger.” “Thanks, Johnny.” “And then I got hungry so I ate it.” “You’re a monster.