There is a constant conflict between What you're and What I think YOU ARE!
There’s always time for arguin’ when you’re a Fuentes.
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a dickhead. Well, I did.
I’ll always love you, no matter what happens, okay?
Nikki looks at me, confused. What’s wrong? Nothin’.
You're the most incredible girl I've ever known. You're gorgeous and smart, and you make me laugh like no one else can. And I can talk to you. And I know after all this I don't deserve you, but what I...
Cause if you were my girlfriend and a stud like me was livin’ in your house, I’d kiss you in front of the guy every chance I got as a reminder.
You can’t keep her.I know that. But I’m not ready to give her up just yet.
When she wraps her arms around my neck, all I want to do is protect this girl for the rest of my life.
When they’re together, the world could fall apart around them and they’d never notice or care as long as they have each other.
Say it again, he says.That whole drawn-out speech? I remember something about a solar system, but I’m too light-headed to recite the entire thing all over again.He steps closer. No. The part about you...
I have trust issues.I know. I’m on a mission to cure you of that.
What are you boys doing? she asks, as if we’re still little kids messing around.Arguin’, Carlos says matter-of-factly.
The Professor doesn’t have a problem being called Dick? If my name was Richard, I’d go by Richard or Rich . . . not Dick. Hell, I’d even settle for being called Chard.
She ignores me, so I cup my hands over my mouth and do something I haven’t done in years— barnyard sounds.
A text pops up on the screen. It’s from Luis. I can’t help but grin when I read his perfectly thought-out message.
Carlos, are we in complete understanding with each other?Yeah, I say. As long as it’s not in your house and you don’t know about it, you’re okay with us messin’ around.I know you’re joking with me. Yo...
What’s with all those tattoos? Makes you look like a hooligan.I suspect I am a hooligan.
Thoughts of being a pirate and stealing her away to my ship race across my mind. Although I’m not a pirate, and she’s not my captured princess.
I like that girl more than I can remember likin’ anything in my life. I’m not about to give her up. I’ll start carin’ about what other people think when I’m six feet under.