It was always the two of them. Blisters and sun. Smoke and park benches. Homecoming, prom, spring break...they were together they were one.
Time would stop to take notice of these most popular friends as they crossed the quad. The trees seemed to gently melt into the autumn sky. The boys casually line up against the brick wall to watch the two move thru space. Yellow buses arrive and circle the entrance of the school.
They hold hands. Jeans glide up treaded stairs and disappear behind doors signaling the end of the day.
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