Anthony laughed and shook his head. Maybe they hadn’t changed all that much since the beginning of the school year. “I’m not sure I want to tempt fate,” he said. “Let’s just live in the now.”
“I like the sound of that.” Omar grabbed the remote and turned off the television. “You know what’s cooler than being two super-close best friends who would die for each other?”
Anthony shook his head. “What?”
“Super-close best friends who are both skaters. I’ll teach you how.”
“I’m more of a bicycle kind of guy.”
“Bikes are for wimps,” Omar said dismissively.
“Tell the Tour de France that.”
“Give me their Frenchy-French phone number and I will. Seriously though, you can use my sister’s old board. She never really took to it.”
Anthony made a face.
“Did I mention that it’s pink?”
“You’ve officially got my attention.”
“Excellent!” Omar said as he stood. “We should at least try. Come on.” He held out his hand. “We’ve gotta get out in this weather.”
Anthony accepted his hand, thinking of how much that would have unnerved him at the start of the school year. Not anymore. He felt a burst of love for Omar—happy that the feeling had taken up permanent residence in his heart—before he followed his best friend out into the majesty of summer.
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