“Oh, come on. I just need one line,” he said
I glanced down. “Maybe you do have a problem.”
“I don’t.”
“Frank, you just said you ‘needed’ one line.”
“You know what? Shut up. I’ll tell you what I don’t need… people telling me I have a fucking problem. I don’t need anyone’s permission to do anything! I am Frank fucking Wright and this is my life. I don’t care anymore. I’ve already disappointed myself, there’s no one else to disappoint,” he yelled.

I started to cry, not knowing why, maybe because I was so clueless as to how I could possibly help this boy who went from that cute boy in my classes who made everyone laugh to my crush to end all crushes, to a legitimate friend; someone I cared about. Frank put down the CD case and hugged me.