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probably freeze my butt
off outside, but I thought my jackets were gross, so this was the
better option.
“ Going out?” Milo didn’t
look away from the computer screen, and his voice was too flat for
me to decipher.
“ Yep.” I nodded. I really
didn’t appreciate the lack of communication between us, but I
didn’t know how to fix it. “With Jack. I won’t be out too late.
Cause of school in the morning.”
“ Whatever,” Milo said
noncommittally. There was no lecture or disapproval, and I
sighed.
“ Okay. I guess I’ll see you
later.” I started walking towards the door, but he didn’t say
anything, so I waited to leave until he responded. He grunted
something that sounded vaguely like “bye,” but I figured that was
the best I would get, and I headed outside.
Jack had driven the Jetta again, and I
wondered how he decided which car to take. He was singing along
very merrily with Kanye West to “Stronger,” and he barely seemed to
notice me when I hopped into the car. We sat outside the apartment
building until the song finished, and then he turned down the radio
and grinned at me.
“ So, I was thinking we
would take a walk tonight,” Jack said brightly.
“ Okay. Where?” The night
was a bit chilly, but it wouldn’t be unbearable. He wore a hoodie
and pants today, forgoing his normal tee shirt and shorts combo
that seemed highly inappropriate for March.
“ Loring Park.” He had
started pulling away as soon as he said it.
The park was only about
half a mile from where I lived, but because it was on the other
side of the highway, it made it almost a necessity to drive to it.
I-94 had split it in half, but it used to be connected to the
Minneapolis Sculpture Garden, where they had that giant spoon with
the cherry ( Spoonbridge and
Cherry ) along with lots of other fancy
little sculptures.
We ended up going to the actual Loring Park,
without all the sculptures but with lots of paths and trees.
After he parked, I got out of the car and
admired the stars shining brightly above us. They were usually hard
to see, thanks to the city lights, but the cold, spring air made
them stand out sharply.
I looked around for Orion, the only
constellation I really know, but Jack started walking down a trail,
so I followed him, vowing to search the skies later on.
“ So you really have school
tomorrow?” Jack asked grumpily once I caught up with him. He shoved
his hands in his pockets and stared down at his Converse as he
walked, while I tended to admire the scenery and the
stars.
“ Yeah,” I
grimaced.
I had a whole paper due on the War of 1812,
and I hadn’t done anything. In fact, the only thing I knew about
the war was that it had happened in 1812. If Milo and I had been on
better speaking terms, I’d probably go home and bug him about it
until he just gave in and did it for me.
“ So what time do you have
to be home?” He kicked a stone with his foot, reminding me very
much of a little boy who had just been told he’d have to go to bed
early because he’d been bad.
“ I don’t know. Before
midnight, I guess.” That really wasn’t that much earlier than when
I normally went home, but Jack sighed and grumbled something
unintelligible. “What?”
“ Nothing,” he mumbled,
still looking at the ground.
“ Did you have some big
plans for tonight?” I asked, trying to figure out what had him so
depressed. I was the one that had to get up at seven in the
morning, not him.
“ No. I just don’t like it
when things are finite.” He sighed again, and then looked up at the
sky.
“ That’s kind of weird,” I
said. Milo had a phobia of wet sand, and Jane hated the word
kumquat (it sounded too perverse, even for her), but it was pretty
strange to dislike anything that had a definite ending. “Everything
ends.”
“ I know. I mean, we don’t
hang out forever anyway. It’s just…” He shook his head, and then
stared off at the Basilica of St. Mary. It was this huge,
off outside, but I thought my jackets were gross, so this was the
better option.
“ Going out?” Milo didn’t
look away from the computer screen, and his voice was too flat for
me to decipher.
“ Yep.” I nodded. I really
didn’t appreciate the lack of communication between us, but I
didn’t know how to fix it. “With Jack. I won’t be out too late.
Cause of school in the morning.”
“ Whatever,” Milo said
noncommittally. There was no lecture or disapproval, and I
sighed.
“ Okay. I guess I’ll see you
later.” I started walking towards the door, but he didn’t say
anything, so I waited to leave until he responded. He grunted
something that sounded vaguely like “bye,” but I figured that was
the best I would get, and I headed outside.
Jack had driven the Jetta again, and I
wondered how he decided which car to take. He was singing along
very merrily with Kanye West to “Stronger,” and he barely seemed to
notice me when I hopped into the car. We sat outside the apartment
building until the song finished, and then he turned down the radio
and grinned at me.
“ So, I was thinking we
would take a walk tonight,” Jack said brightly.
“ Okay. Where?” The night
was a bit chilly, but it wouldn’t be unbearable. He wore a hoodie
and pants today, forgoing his normal tee shirt and shorts combo
that seemed highly inappropriate for March.
“ Loring Park.” He had
started pulling away as soon as he said it.
The park was only about
half a mile from where I lived, but because it was on the other
side of the highway, it made it almost a necessity to drive to it.
I-94 had split it in half, but it used to be connected to the
Minneapolis Sculpture Garden, where they had that giant spoon with
the cherry ( Spoonbridge and
Cherry ) along with lots of other fancy
little sculptures.
We ended up going to the actual Loring Park,
without all the sculptures but with lots of paths and trees.
After he parked, I got out of the car and
admired the stars shining brightly above us. They were usually hard
to see, thanks to the city lights, but the cold, spring air made
them stand out sharply.
I looked around for Orion, the only
constellation I really know, but Jack started walking down a trail,
so I followed him, vowing to search the skies later on.
“ So you really have school
tomorrow?” Jack asked grumpily once I caught up with him. He shoved
his hands in his pockets and stared down at his Converse as he
walked, while I tended to admire the scenery and the
stars.
“ Yeah,” I
grimaced.
I had a whole paper due on the War of 1812,
and I hadn’t done anything. In fact, the only thing I knew about
the war was that it had happened in 1812. If Milo and I had been on
better speaking terms, I’d probably go home and bug him about it
until he just gave in and did it for me.
“ So what time do you have
to be home?” He kicked a stone with his foot, reminding me very
much of a little boy who had just been told he’d have to go to bed
early because he’d been bad.
“ I don’t know. Before
midnight, I guess.” That really wasn’t that much earlier than when
I normally went home, but Jack sighed and grumbled something
unintelligible. “What?”
“ Nothing,” he mumbled,
still looking at the ground.
“ Did you have some big
plans for tonight?” I asked, trying to figure out what had him so
depressed. I was the one that had to get up at seven in the
morning, not him.
“ No. I just don’t like it
when things are finite.” He sighed again, and then looked up at the
sky.
“ That’s kind of weird,” I
said. Milo had a phobia of wet sand, and Jane hated the word
kumquat (it sounded too perverse, even for her), but it was pretty
strange to dislike anything that had a definite ending. “Everything
ends.”
“ I know. I mean, we don’t
hang out forever anyway. It’s just…” He shook his head, and then
stared off at the Basilica of St. Mary. It was this huge,
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