We'll Always Have Summer (Summer, #3)

by Jenny Han

told people he majored in beerology.

“Steven? Are you in there?” I thought, oh my God, the other robber is already in the house and his name is Steven!

Quickly, Steven filled a cloth napkin with shrimp.

He was marrying my girl, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I just had to watch it happen, because he was my brother, because I promised. Take care of him, Connie. I’m counting on you.

I might have been a fuckup and a failure and a disappointment, but I wasn’t a liar.

I would rather have had someone shoot me in the head with a nail gun, repeatedly,

you swoop in and shit all over everything just because you can.”

There are moments in every girl’s life that are bigger than we know at the time. When you look back, you say, That was one of those life-changing, fork-in-the-road moments and I didn’t even see it coming. I had no idea. And then there are the moments that you know are big. That whatever you do next, there will be an impact. Your life could go in one of two directions. Do or die.

Be happy. Be good to each other.

Also—in case I haven’t made it clear… I think about you a lot. You’re pretty much all I think about. Just so we’re clear.