Our footsteps were in sync as we marched down the sidewalk, quicker than usual. We were running late. The back of Jessica’s hand kept bumping into mine and I longed to hold it, but knew better than to do it in this rough part of town.
We were doing what we could to maintain that bubble, you know, the intimacy bubble we’d created in the treehouse. We’d always had that whenever we hung out together, but now it was way stronger than before. I hoped we didn’t run into anyone we knew, because I was sure they’d know something was going on between us within seconds. There was no mistaking it, like a magnetic field pulling us together.
It was romantic, the sunset triggering clouds to change colors. Pinks, purples, and reds competed with a violet sky, the moon becoming visible in the dusk. We rar
