“Okay, I was looking at this website because my sibling sent it to me, I swear, I don’t look this type of stuff up. It was this article, First Date Questions Not to Ask, or something like that, and I swear one of the questions was: ‘So do you think you could outrun me if you needed to?’”

“Wow, can you say creepo!” Evan said with a scoff. “Have you played Battle Royal? It’s a really good Supersell game.”

“I used to play it, but now I lost interest in computer games a while ago..”

**

Miguel was, as he predicted, let out of French early. He went out side of Eric’s classroom. As soon the bell rang Eric emerged with the rest of his class in tow. Miguel heard some weird ass things from Eric’s classmates, like:

“FORTNIGHT RULES PETE!”

“OVERWATCH IS BETTER FOOL!

“BITCH SHUT UP!”

“MAKE ME BITCH!”

“Hi Miguel,” Eric said, rubbing his neck, feeling bad that his friend had to wait for him.

“Hi, your class is really… on something…”

“Yeah I think they might due a lot of blow before class,” Eric joked, knowing full well that they just drank kettles upon kettles of coffee.

“Wait, really?” Miguel asked, genuinely worried.

“No! Wow, low expectations much! They just drink a shit ton of coffee.”

Miguel paused, thinking about that last sentence, “Why do people say ‘a shit ton?’ It is the same with buttload… which either means that it is an ass full of poo, or it is an ass worth of stuff.”

“Actually that refers to the butt of a truck…” Eric said, correcting Miguel’s speech.

“Oh… That makes a lot of sense!”

“I had to look it up… I was wondering the same thing like five years ago. I guess I really am a lot more mature than you.”

“Don’t kid yourself, kid.”

“We both know the truth. The shortness is just due to the protein and other nutrients going to my brain.”

“I’m not sure if that is how that works…” Miguel laughed.

“Yeah, sure mister tall.”

“Are you implying I am stupid?”

“If you weren’t, then you wouldn’t need to ask if I am implying it,” Eric said smugly with a glowing smile gracing his face.

“Hey, we are in the same hummanities class, if I am stupid what does that say about you?”

“That I pity you mortals enough to conform slightly to your expectations of a Junior.”

“I call bull to the shit,” Miguel as he laughed at Eric’s high and mighty sentence.

“Truce?”

“Fine by me, oh immortal wise one.”

The boys laughed as Miguel lead Eric to his car.

“Cool car,” Eric remarked.

“Thanks, I am lucky my parents’ friend no longer wanted to drive and gave me their car,” Miguel said, talking to Eric from across the root of his car.

“No way! I got my car because my oma doesn’t drive anymore, she gave me mine. Although I got to paint it and stuff.”

“That was the one change I made to my car. Your oma?”

Eric blushed, my grandmother has german heritage so she asked me to call her the german word for grandmother, which is oma.”

“That’s really cool.”

“Ya,” Eric said, opening the door and getting it the car.

They fastened their seatbelts as Miguel turned the car on, and then they were off to Eric’s place.