Half of me is ocean. Half of me is sky.

Finally, a returned call. I figured it would be too little too late, but I suppose I just wanted to hear your voice anyway, so any animosity was soon forgotten. You came over and took me away to a park filled with boys, our laughter echoed up into the tree tops, followed by clouds of smoke. We all stood on the bench to escape the ants, and told some Sears legends, inhaling until we couldn't see straight. Then we drove downtown. An hour and one assaulted bag of chips later, the star of the show arrived. He rolled some, and we all sat smoking on the deck.
I couldn't ignore his eyes following you about the room, his mouth sputtering random questions and awkward exclamations. He must have really wanted to catch your interest. We sprawled on couches until an impromptu 7-y mission was announced, after which we congregated by the front door, trying to organize rides and destinations while THC coursed through our blood and clouded our brains. I was pulled into a bathroom for a 'chat', and when the details were sorted, we left through the front door and split off in packs to drive home. I waited. I watched as you stood by the car, begging her with your eyes to turn around, waiting like a lost dog. When she noticed you, you caught her in an embrace, said goodbye. I waited. You turned, seemingly satisfied, and wandered towards the car, throwing farewells over your shoulder while swatting absentmindedly at mosquitos. I waited, but you didn't even turn around. I didn't even register. "Uh...bye then?" I ventured. You turned to the sound of my voice, "Oh yeah, you!" Three years of friendship and I'm forgotten on the roadside in favour of my sister. Why am I not surprised? Perhaps because this oddly feels like it's happened before....Gee, I wonder why.
Music blared and a warm July breeze washed over the windshield and into my hair, whipping it into my eyes and mouth. It tasted like oranges and nail polish. I leaned my head back on the seat and looked to the sky. Is it just me or are there less stars up there? Maybe the moon was too bright. We drove winding roads, the four of us just enjoying the noise in place of conversation. We got to Westwood Lake and sat until the cops came to try and kick us out before curfew. "Do you want us to take you home now?" Yeah, why not.