We were outside of the old high school. He was sitting in the shade of that old oak tree, on the short brick wall. It was hot. Extremely hot. I had gone to get a bottle of water. I walked over and stood on the wall. He asked me for a drink. So I handed him the bottle. I’ve never been the germaphobic type.
He handed it back to me and I drank as well. And just like that, we were one. It may not have meant anything to him, but it did to me. And I know it sounds stupid. Utterly rediculous. But I like stupid little things like that. Things that he doesn’t even remember now. Things like…
Wednesday night at the block party. It was raining, remember? Raining so, so hard. So we had to eat inside. And I sat at the table, right at the end, and Stacey was on the very end, you know? And he came and pulled up a chair right between us. And I wouldn’t even look at him cause I was “Mad.” at him. But he had his foot on Stacey’s and she was like, “dude, you’re standing on my foot.” And he looked down and said, “Oh sorry. You have a beautiful foot.” And then he turned and looked at mine and said, “So do you.” And we laughed about that for ages. And that same night, remember “I appreciate you too.” ? And remember when we were at the high school and he tried to take one of the sonic slushies we had bought for our crew?
I can’t do this anymore.