Honestly my first thoughts of Hunter when we meet him was he's a conceited druggie a-hole, "sorry. I don't usually take Xanax. I'm not that crazy. I just effing hate planes." Then thanks to his cockiness and his 'no bulls*** attitude' that I started to fall in love with him, "I'm not terrified of it. I just don't like it. I don't like spinach either - doesn't mean I'm effing terrified of it." Then at times the s*** that comes out of my mouth confuses me, "nah," he says. "I really don't give a eff. And I say this as a person who really doesn't give a eff about anything - the way that I don't give a eff about Laurel breaking up with me for the fifth, sixth whatever time is exceptional." He'd totally do anything to avoid his father, "yeah, but I thought he'd want to mingle. Do you want to mingle? Let's go back into the crowd. Mingle. Love crowds. Love em'." He's quite funny when he's sick, "you're the only girl I made out with recently. Nobody else will kiss me when I'm throwing up. It's terrible." He's not to good in awkward situations either, "I don't know. It's the morning. I usually get breakfast in the morning. We can do something else. I also take showers in the morning, if you want to do that with me." This book was an interesting read, and I loved reading it.
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