Kimo tried to keep his speed down, but it kept creeping up. Even when he used cruise control, his foot had a mind of its own and gave it more gas. He had to see Dylan. He left Saturday morning at four A.M. and drove straight through for the ten hours to get to San Jose. He grabbed fast food and ate as he drove. When he was at a red light, he gave a quick text to Dylan.
On southbound Hwy 87.
GREAT. Follow the directions. Grandpark Circle is so frigging easy to find, even a Hawaiian boy can do it.
Bro, that’s insulting. I’m turning around to go home.
GIGGLE. Why not just come here and I’ll spank you and ass f**k you?
Bro, now I’m hard. See ya soon.
He turned onto Grandpark Circle and found the address. Dylan paced in front. He honked, pulled up, and jumped out. Dylan jumped on him with
