some girls were spending forever , choosing their seats on the bus carefully as if their lives depended on getting the perfect seat . his gaze snapped back in her direction and he stopped moving . razor-sharp pain pricked its way through my chest . `` now why do n't you be a real gentleman and go get our underwear back , huh ? '' welcome to boston ; we just fucking live for traffic . `` do n't get me wrong , i could ride you all f**king night . '' they advance to the next set of scribbled stones . 