Eight

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"Well..."

Me and Sam were standing in his kitchen, talking about the weirdest stuff. I was perched on one of the counters, and he was on the island, facing me.

"Do you think it'd be possible to put a giraffe in tire swing?" Sam asked.

I immediately bursted out laughing.

"What?" I asked, still giggling.

"I don't know. It was too quiet." Sam said, shrugging.

I check the time on my phone.

"Are you as bored as I am?"

"Probably more."

I see Sam's gaze drift to my wrists. He stared for awhile, and I got a little uncomfortable.

"Uh, Sam?"

"Sorry." He said, shaking his head.

Mental note: wear bracelets around Sam.

"Do you-"

Sam was cut off by my phone ringing obnoxiously.

"Hold that thought." I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket.

It was Nate.

"Hey, can you get over here like now?" He sounded kind of panicky.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Well, uh, me and Johnson and Gilinsky kind of got into a car accident."

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