Kiley Grant

“What the hell are you doing in there?" Kenji shouts through the door. Pounds it a couple times. "I mean, shit, man, I dont think there ever a bad time to get naked, but now is probably not the best time for a nooner.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“Doll Hands is a serial killer. My pants were getting tight over a serial killer. Kenji is going to love this.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Watch Me

“I'm living Kenji's dream right now," I whisper, still petting the bird's head. "Except for all the blood, I'm basically a fairy-tale prince. All I need is a musical number and a fairy godmother.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Watch Me

“I cling to him, wishing I could ease his pain. I wish I could take his burdens and make them mine.

"It's weird, isn't it?" he says.

"What is?"

"If we were naked right now, I'd be dead."

"Shut up," I say, laughing against his chest. We're both wearing long sleeves, long pants. As long as my face and hands don't touch his skin, he's perfectly safe.

"Well, it's true."

"In what alternate universe would I ever be naked with you?"

"I am just saying," he says. "Shit happens. You never know."

"I think you need a girlfriend."

"Nah," he says. "I just need a hug from my friend."

I lean back to look at him. Try to read his eyes. "You're my best friend, Kenji. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, kid." He grins at me. "I do. And I can't believe I got stuck with your skinny ass.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me