their hands, those pillows with the foam beads for stuffing. She liked their bowling alleys that smelled like secondhand smoke and stale popcorn, their mini golfing with the two different courses and intentionally grazing the too-blue waterfall, the one that always smelled like chlorine but felt good when it splashed on their skin.
Pike heard Riley’s car before she got the text saying she was there, the familiar crunch of her gravel driveway, and already the sounds of Aerosmith cranked up good and high, singing about the color pink and making love and Janie with her gun. Pike grabbed her newsboy hat and a hoodie in case it got colder before shouting a quick goodbye to anyone in the house who would hear, leaving eagerly for the company of the very few female friends she had.
“What’s up?” Pike climbed into the back seat, already enjoying the way Riley’s car always smelled like coconut and Banana Boat sunscreen.
“We’re going to the beach, motherfucker, that’s what’s up!”
Lin turned around from her position in the
as she reached out to Pike so that her wrist was only a few inches away from her face. A sky blue bracelet with a silver metal circle glistened at its center.
“Look what I got today,” Lin said, excited.
passenger seat, her black hair cut into the perfect bob,