“They’re gonna say what?” I stopped walking. After a few steps, Kevin stopped too and turned back to me.
“Never mind.” He sighed deeply, then put a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t like that either, like he was so much older and wiser than me. My birthday was a month before his, for god’s sake. “One last one? One last sleepover, tomorrow night, we’ll do it right with popcorn and movies and shit. Like old times.”
“Okay,” I said, even though I wasn’t aware the old times had passed. I thought old times wouldn’t be a real thing because Kevin was my best friend and isn’t the saying best friends forever? Isn’t that what the bracelets say?
