“Why were you there, Zach?” I whispered, growing desperate.
“Not now.” His voice was soft but strong.
“And don’t say it was because we were in danger, because at the time we weren’t in any danger.”
“You want to take a nap or something?” he whispered.
“Yeah, and while we’re on the subject, why are you here?”
“I could ask the same thing of you, Gallagher Girl, except we should be shutting up now.”
Abby: Fine! Decide, what do you want?!?! Carter: What I want? I want you to stop being so afraid. I want us to stop being so careful. Abby: I’m not afraid! I’m just… Carter: I want to marry you! Abby: What? Carter: I want to marry you. Abby: Are you proposing? Carter: Yeah. Abby: You’re crazy. Carter: Well then, I’ll fit right in.
Carter: You’re about a three. Abby: Really? I always thought i was at least a four. Carter: That’s a nice pustule. Abby: It’s gonna leave a big scar, I know it. Carter: You could get another tattoo. Abby: That’s true, I could get “Carter… Carter: Yeah! Abby: ”… sucks.“