You texted me at twelve. You wanted to know whether I wanted to see Abominable with you.
I remembered the scent of vanilla yoghurt on your skin and thought about how close we would be sitting. I hadn't realized I had already said yes to going.
You were parked in my driveway when I peeked through the curtains.
I got dressed. Black denim, a grey jumper, and my boots.
You smiled the way you did when you knew I was indecisive again.
I slipped into your brother's car beside you.
Michael sat in the driver's seat, staring at me like he's never seen me before. I watched him curiously through the rearview mirror.
You were oblivious to our best friend's and best friend's brother's tension.
"Is Michael coming to see the movie with us?" I asked you quietly.
"Yes," you answered simply like it was no big deal.
He looked all unbothered by my presence as he drove us to the city.
His same organic honey-brown hair was cropped messily like the typical teenage boy he was. His large like crystal-ball eyes glowed a cucumber green beneath the city lights. And they were on me for some reason.
The cinema was empty.
You stood in line to buy the tickets. Michael pulled me aside.
His cute face was all serious as if the typical teenage boy I used to know suddenly realized he'll be an adult next summer.
"You can't hang out with Valery anymore," he told me in a hushed 'I don't want Valery to know about this' voice. "She's sick and her parents are admitting her to a...hospital so that she can get better."
I didn't understand why that meant we couldn't be friends anymore.
"Seeing you would only make her hate Mom and Dad more," Michael explained. "You'll only make her miss home."
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