Franco (Bright Side, #3)

by Kim Holden

"Gonna grab some burritos and then we'll probably pick out china patterns and baby names after she gets handsy with my boobs." "Second base, shit wit? This is serious." I shrug. "She's been eyeing them for days. Sometimes when it feels right my shirt comes off and I get slutty on the third date." "Don't let her pressure you, son. Your virtue is a precious, precious gift," he teases.

there aren't that many people you meet who are instantaneously woven into the fabric of your life like they were always meant to be there.

Sometimes confidence is boosted when you didn't even know you needed it.

"Do you think sometimes dreams are better left as dreams because they still hold possibility and wonder and there's no room for failure?"

"No. I believe that dreams fuel life. And it's when you're chasing them that you're most alive. There's no reward in settling for the safety of status quo."

"Leave the mascara, it's kinda sexy," I yell because she's already in the bathroom judging by the light in the hallway. "I look like a fucking raccoon; that is not sexy. Unless the threat of rabies turns you on," she yells back.

There are some people in life that you can vent to, or pour out sadness to, or voice frustration to, and they readily and willingly absorb it for the sole purpose of ridding you of it. They're the same people who can immediately replace that negativity with their light. Their presence gives you the power to purge the bad and embrace the good. It's rare. I've only known a few people in my life who are that way.

The world would be a better place if more people went apeshit over things like sunshine.