Apparently, Mike had been trying to contact me for a while now. We hadn't seen each other since school ended. And with that, I went to hang out with him, Julie, Melnikoff, and his friend Johnathan. It was rather hilarious times I tell you.

I planned to meet Mike and Julie in front of our school at six. My summer school class lets out everyday at four thirty. So naturally, I assumed I had enough time to get home, eat something quick, and be on my way.

Then the Lincoln bus decided to take more than forty minutes to arrive. I decided to amuse/anger myself by counting how many buses would come in the opposite direction before one came for me. I got to six. Ugh, I need my driver's license.

When it arrived, the bus driver was surly enough to seem drunk. When I got into the second bus on my itinerary, I struck up a conversation the driver.

"Yeah, I just waited more than forty minutes for the Lincoln bus. Funny that. And when I got on, he gave me this attitude like I'm the one holding him up."

"Hoo-boy, that's why I never drive that route. Lincoln bus drivers are either a)boozehounds, or b)assholes. Occasionaly you get c)the boozehound-asshole."

"You seem rather well acquainted with them."

"Yeah. But I don't blame 'em that much, having to deal with those Mather pricks will drive anyone to the bottle."

He sort of smiled then, but I had no idea if should've laughed or not.

I met with Mike and Julie half an hour late, but we all still managed to make it to the theater in time. We went to see American Wedding, (I know, it was a second time for me) and we convinced ourselves to go to Burger King afterwards. That was a mistake.

We headed to Melnikoff's house then and arrived at about six twenty, fifty minutes late. It was then that I was acquainted with his grandmother. His mean, loud, rude, controlling grandmother. She gave him a verbal lashing in front of all us that only felt too familiar, and kicked us all out half an hour later. The night was a blast until I met his peach of a grandmother.

I miss Carlos, he's in Florida now. He'll be back next week, but we haven't spent a day apart since that Sunday he decided to knock on my door.

Our conversations have a particular vigor that don't seem to be present elsewhere, even if the subject is about superpowers or classic rock being the ultimate form of music or stupid expressions like "flat broke" or "dead tired".

A typical day for me and him would consist of us sitting on the couch playing PS2 on a big screen tv, listening to pink floyd, consuming entire boxes of capri sun, eating lots of neopolitan ice scream, him trying to teach me to skateboard, me teaching him power chords and scales on the guitar, making fun of daytime tv, and deciding what our future occupations will be. Carlos decided that he's going to be president of the United States when he grows up, and I decided that I'll vote for him.

Oh by the way, Professor X is my favorite superhero because he can read people's minds and can control them if he wanted to, he's just too good of a person to do that. He could stop superman in his tracks if he wanted to. Even though seeing through stuff is pretty cool...

Man, I wish I, had super powers.

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