Your friendship with her is a half drunken three-legged relay race, and the baton is a stick of dynamite. And you two are the only ones on the track. Me and English are watching from under the bleachers, high-fiving constantly.

There were times when I basically treated him like crap without even realizing it, and I regret it.

Roxy, are you drunk? I mean, in addition to being high on something, and magically insane.