Danique van Dijk’s Reviews > Reckless at Raleigh High > Status Update

“This might come as a shock to you, Giacomo…but people aren’t toys. You’re not supposed to play games with them or try to manipulate them. Life’s far less complicated if you’re straight up with people. I’ve found that being honest…being yourself…it gets you way further than if you’re constantly striving for control and power over others.”

“You don’t just light me up a little. You are the goddamn sun, Argento,” I tell her. “You give off so much heat, and life, and joy that it’s fucking spilling out of me. I have more light than I know what to do with."

“And do you know how dark and utterly shitty my life would be without you in it?”
“Pitch black?” she guesses. “Charcoal black? Obsidian black?”
“Obsidian black, probably.”
She nods wisely, as though this choice makes the most sense. “I’m glad your life isn’t obsidian black. I’m glad I lighten it up just a little.”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to get down on both knees,” I whisper.
“Getting down on one knee’s supposed to be a sign of honor and respect. One knee’s not good enough for you, Argento. I’ll always be on both for you, worshipping you, honoring you. Please...”

Duhude :')

“We should probably rectify that. Have a movie marathon or something. I don’t think we count as real men until we’ve at least seen the Connery years.”
I lean back against the wall next to the mail stand. “You asking me on a date? ‘Cause you should know, I’m already seeing someone.”

Alex <3 Cameron

"Once she’s finished, you three idiots drag your asses over there and get seen, too. Lawrence Davis, were you unconscious just now?”

LMAO Darhower, like that's an offense or something XD

“Non-conformity. Anarchy. Chaos. Mayhem in general.”

Huh, you mentioned someone named Prescott before; is this secretly linked to Mayhem at Prescott, Chaos at Prescott & Anarchy at Prescott etc?

“Do you think I’m stupid?” he asks, shaking his head angrily. “Is it the glasses? Do they make it seem as though I can’t fucking see, Alex? ’Cause I hate to break it to you, but that’s what they’re there for. They make things pretty damn crystal clear, even from across an average-sized diner.”

lmao

Before I can change my mind, I lean across the other side of the car and I pull the dumb bastard into a quick, tight sideways hug. I release him right away, returning to my side of the vehicle, clearing my throat as I grab his mug from him again.
“All right. Well. Cool. I guess we won’t talk about that either, then.”
“Probably for the best. I finished your coffee.”

ALEX CAM GOALS HAHAHAHA

When I go to pass the mug back to Cam, I notice the curly black script that wraps around the white ceramic.
“You’ll always be my Daddy?” I read out loud.
“Silver gave it to me on Father’s Day when she was six. It’s my favorite mug.”
“Can I keep it?”
“Stop talking, Moretti, before I rip your tongue right out of your head.”

I might ship them even more than Alex and Silver lmao