"I hate her." I told him, though he and I both knew that it wasn't actually true. Me and Jacy, my best friend, fought all of the time, but we still loved each other. He sighed in response. I could tell that he was getting fed up with me. "Well, you hate everything, so I'm used to it." He told me, annoyance laced in his voice. "That's not true. I love my mom and I love Beau. I love Starbursts and Monsters. I love the beach and the Moon. I love stargazing and dancing in the rain. I love the feeling of being free, and I love you."