After a while, having gotten no response as usual, I take out the charcoals from my back pocket. They somehow survived the ordeal intact. I sit down and open my sketchbook... (A Series: Boy Inside a Box of Darkness) (7)
We're under a streetlamp and I'm trying not to stare but it's hard. I wish the world would stick like a clock so I could look at him for as long as I want. There's something going on in his face right now, something very bright trying to get out. (70)
Next, I return to my room and start on the drawing of Brian, It takes forever to tear them all to pieces, there are so many. When I'm done, I stuff his remains into three large plastic bags and stow them under my bed. Tomorrow I'm going to throw him, every last bit of him, over Devil's Drop. Because he can't swim. (141)
So I might've had Brian's name on a piece of paper in my hand at that part but NOTHING HAPPENED, okay? I did not steal your.. she pauses. Your best friend, okay? (263)
In a flash, we're through the door, across the street and into the woods, running for no reason and laughing for no reason and totally out of our breath and out of our minds when Brian catches me by my shirt, whips me around, and with one strong hand flat against my chest, he pushes me against a tree and kisses me so hard I go blind. (271)
He kissed her... "He's gay Courtney! Brian Connelly is gay!" the words ricochet around in the air. I instantly want them back... she believes me. I can see it. She steps away from him... This is what a face looks like when all the dreams get sucked out of it. And I did it to him this time. Me.