I am going to marry Dexter. Just so all of you fellow Sarah Dessen lovers know. He's mine. I will bitch slap for that boy ;D One of my favorite parts in the book: "If you must know," I said, as if it was absolutely no big deal whatsoever, "it's just this plastic wear I bought at Linen's Etc." He thought about this. "Plastic ware." "Yes. It was on sale." We stood there. From inside the yellow house, I could hear the TV, and someone laughing. "Plastic ware," he said slowly, "like knives and forks and spoons?" "I brushed a bit of dirt off the back of my car and said casually, "Yeah, I guess. Just the basics, you know." "Did you need plastic ware?" he asked. I shrugged. "Because," he went on, and I fought the urge to squirm, "it's so funny, because I need plastic ware. Badly." "Can we go inside please?" I asked slamming the trunk shut. "It's hot out here." He looked down at the bag again, then at me. And then, slowly, the smile I knew and dreaded crept across his face. "You bought me plastic ware" he said. "Didn't you?" "No," I growled. "You did!" he hooted, laughing out loud. "You bought me some forks. And knives. And spoons. Because----" "No," I said loudly. "----you love me!" he grinned, as if he'd solved the puzzler for all time, as I felt a flush creep across my face. "It was on sale," I told him again, as if it was some kind of excuse. "You love me," he said simply, taking the bag and adding it to the others. "Only seven bucks," I added, but he was already walking away, so sure of himself. "It was on clearance, for God's sake." "Love me," he called out over his shoulder, in a singsong voice. "You.Love.Me."