stupid
sitting shotgun, feet up
he nagged to get my feet off the dashboard
while she laughed at his song choices from the backseat
we drove everywhere that afternoon
my best friend and i running through
the school parking lot while yelling parts of our favorite songs
everything else tuned out but us
the three of us were
an unlikely combination
him, our friend’s older brother
us, the rambuctious freshman girls that we were.
that day was
honey light
a playground slide
and goodwill clothes
chinese food
boba runs
stealing shopping carts from vons
and a little something more
i can’t put my finger on
there was always so much laughter
at each other and with each other
us 3, together
we have so many memories like that
laying in the car while the sky exchanged colors
talking about anything and everything
paging through his psych textbook
just for fun
his exasperation
as he sometimes joined in our ridiculousness
with them,
those wildly stupid memories
hold a happiness
that i won’t forget for a lifetime