The steps where we were sitting we’re softly illuminated by the light from the garage. His white-dirty-drawn on-converse shoes found a place on either side of my red vintage shoes while his arms found their place around my waist. We talked about the times we spent years ago and how we hadn’t seen each other in what seemed like forever. I held up his cigarette so he could take a final drag, then took one for myself before putting it out on the bricks. He said something odd so I turned around to find his face so close to mine. For that moment, two old friends lost themselves in eachother. It didn’t matter that that the entire backyard seemed to be was yelling our names, we just smiled at each other.
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