"You know everything I'm thinking," Mike had teased, dancing closer to me – sticking out his tongue and waving it under my nose. "You know everything about me when I'm like this..."
That's how I knew he'd want the Milky Way frozen. Before I could gift it to him, he'd spotted the firework crates, and said, "Jos! This is it, isn't it? 'It's fate, it's destiny, we both like burritos,' don't we? We needed an adventure tonight and the golf course gods provided! D'you think if American Gods were real there'd be a golf course one? Americans pray to eighteen holes, incest porn, celebrity clothing brands, designer dogs that can't even fucking breathe anymore, and Kylie Jenner. But you and me don't need anything but this summer, right? You'll be my Summer... Arms raised in benediction? No! We're like, on the bow of the Titanic, like 'I'm the king of the world' pose! It's our last summer ever and it starts now, since we're seniors. January 2nd until graduation... If we don't steal the fireworks we'd be doing our younger selves a disservice. Didn't all our lives culminate to get us to this moment? Culmination... Isn't that what they called middle school graduation–?"
He'd kept talking, sommersalting and star jumping across the lawn, kicking up clods of grass. He was wearing our school's gym shorts – that's all I remember now – just Mike's knees in his gym shorts.
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