Sara Zarr Quote

He crouched down next to me. I put my hand on the hem of his jeans. It was the first time I'd touched him since that day in the cafeteria line.I've got so much to tell you, he said, so quietly I almost couldn't hear. Been thinking about how to even start.Start anywhere, I whispered. I just want to know.I feel like I've already told you everything, in a way. I've been talking to you in my head for eight years, writing epics and sequels to epics, and sequels to the sequels.I let my fingers move down to the laces of his boots, then up to the top of his sock. One more millimeter and my fingertip would be against his skin. I moved it back down, resting on the knob of his ankle. I'm here now, I said. You can talk to me, right out loud.Just then, two boys, eight or nine years old, crashed into the grove, leaping over the stream like we had. They froze when they saw us; I jerked my hand away from Cameron's ankle and sat up.Oh, one boy said, hi.Hi, I said. We were just leaving. I got up without Cameron's help, brushed myself off, and followed him back to the parking lot.