My Life with the Walter Boys

Two plus two. I got this shit.

Being a girl doesn't make you weak, Parker. It makes you special.

Everyone got behind Fox, the name the guys had dubbed the red truck. "Fox?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah," Isaac said with a grin. "Our truck is hot, like Megan Fox.

You couldn’t control everything, because it wasn’t all meant to be perfect. Sometimes things needed to be messy.

You're living with a bunch of hot guys, and instead of finding Cole and experiencing some real-life anatomy, you're shacking up with a textbook like a pariah.

You take up the most room.” “Nobody asked your opinion,” Cole said, glaring at his younger brother in the rearview mirror.

I don't know what to do about him, Sammy." (Jackie) "It's not what you do about him. It's what you do with him. Grab him by those big, manly arms that I'm assuming he has, and show him what New York has to offer.

In their sleep, both boys kept moving closer to me, and when I finally drifted off, there was one arm wrapped around my stomach and one hand intertwined with mine.