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