Narrator: It was amazing. It was our first kiss since that day last fall in Harper's Woods, the day Winnie's brother Brian died. I'd been waiting to kiss her again all year. And now that it had happened, I felt as confused as ever. There was only one thing I was sure of ... I was a man on fire.
Narrator: She wasn't helping her parents, she wasn't doing anything, she was just standing there. OK, enough was enough, the game was over, let's lay out the cards. And then, for the first time that night, I looked around. The music was playing. Couples were dancing, holding each other tight. But not everybody. And suddenly I began to understand. I wanted to tell Winnie I understood what was happening to her family. I wanted to say something that would give her comfort, something incredibly wise ...
Winnie: Will you write to me when I'm away?
Narrator: That summer, kids everywhere swam, water-skied, and sailed, while Winnie Cooper struggled to keep her head above water, in a family torn apart by anger, and grief.
Narrator: What do you say after a kiss?
Winnie: What's that smell?
Winnie: It smells like ... a saddle!
Kevin: Oh, I ... guess it's my after-shave lotion.
Kevin: Yeah. Well, I mean, I didn't actually shave, I just, sorta, put it on.