Dreamland by Sarah Dessen

• Even as I imagined her making Hamburger Helper without the hamburger with him in New York, being madly in love... (Pg. 126)
• It became a given that I rode around with him for all his errands almost every night. It was like he just needed me there, even if I was sitting in the car chewing my pencil and working trigonometry proofs while he talked business and divided up bags inside various houses. If i did want to go home early or spend an evening at home, he'd always drive by my house at once, slowing down and just idling, engine rumbling, until i went outside to talk to him. (Pg. 111)