The time we were sitting on tall rocks, looking out at the water, talking about nothing, and everything, I knew you were awesome. The time we were sitting on my bed, touching toes just a little, laughing in hysterics over Cameron and Mitchell, I knew we could be the best of friends. But now, any time we're sitting (or standing or sliding or driving), I know I want you, all of you, always. —Girl who hit the jack pot