“I JUST - I LIKE SONGS ABOUT LOVE,” HE BREATHED A LAUGH, AND DEAN
WRAPPED THAT LAUGH AROUND HIS FINGER LIKE A LACE RIBBON. SONGS ABOUT
LOVE HE HADN’T CARED ABOUT BEFORE, BUT NOW, HE WOULDN’T HAVE SAID
ANYTHING BUT THAT. HE WANTED ANOTHER SMILE, HE WANTED ANOTHER DREAMY
LOOK IN CAS’ EYES, SO HE’D SANG ALONG. HE HAD WANTED HIM TO FALL
MORE IN LOVE, BECAUSE NOTHING WAS GOING TO HURT ANYMORE IF THAT
HAPPENED. HE HAD CONVINCED HIMSELF, YOUNG, AND STUPID. THIS BOY WAS
GOING TO MAKE THIS WORLD TURN AND STARS WOULD FALL LIKE RAIN.
