As we wait
on the bleachers
for the game
to start, it’s
an unbelievable feeling
to have
my girl
by my side when
I’m getting ready
to cheer my
best friend.
Feels like
rebirth.
Smells like
her wild orchid perfume
and tastes like
salted pretzels,
popcorn, soda,
Skittles.
I can’t believe this is Walt’s first high school game. He’s
been dreaming of this day since I met him, I say, pouring
Skittles into my mouth.
It’s incredible. A testament of his perseverance. It’s a good
quality to have. We all could use a little more of what
Walt’s got.
Yeah. I guess you’re right, I say, inching closer and
throwing my arm around her.
I really care about you, Noah. Your friendship has meant
the world to me all these years.
She takes a handful
of popcorn,
shoves it
into her mouth,
and chomps
like she didn’t just say that.
Friendship?
I thought
we moved past
the friendzone
when we kissed
for the eightieth time
this morning,
is what I’m thinking.
But I don’t say a word.
Instead, I ride out
the awkwardness,
hold her tight.