“Kids,” he muttered. It’s not like he would have done anything had they stayed, except maybe the pranksters a piece of his mind, but it would ha...e felt good.Ah well, what can you do? They weren’t exactly kids, mind you, and should have been old enough to know better, but he could remember what it had been like to be that age. Middle school, maybe early high school at the latest. Young enough that the girls had been bare necked. Kids that age could really be twerps.Standing up and brushing. “I call dibs on the bathroom as soon as Dan is finished,” I said. I turned and headed for the door, but I stopped and turned back to her. “Don’t take too long getting ready this morning. There’s a good chance that Martians are going to blow up our house before we get to finish breakfast.”Tara didn’t reply until after I’d left the room. I didn’t hear exactly what she said then, but I think it was something about me having gone completely nuts.Breakfast was a cold and silent affair. Neither of. He was afraid for his life. Notwithstanding, he’d have to admit that this was the most excitement he’d ever had.“Now, you might think you can just run away, but think again, mofo. Cause, I’ll fucking blow your head off if you try.” Again, she hit him in the ribs with the barrel of the gun. “You believe me, don’t you, Mr. Lucky?”Nodding his head, he moved in small, slow steps down the hill.The couple walked carefully down the slick bank; he knew she would kill him if he tried to run. The water. Then on to middle school. Skating while holding hands with a boy and later kissing each other on the cheek and sometimes going for a burger and fries. All the while, the flush of young puppy love warming her enough to dress in something cute and trendy. Later, when he walked her home he would offer her his sweater, and just maybe at her door under the sparkling light of the stars and the streetlamps he would kiss her on the lips. In high school, love got more complicated, but the joys of.