I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone? (Last line in Stand By Me)

My magic age for having those friends was 17, and I am sitting under the stars, next to the lake of my youth, in the hotter than hell Midwest July surrounded by seven of them.(Yes everyone else has their phone out sometimes)

The music from the guitar – missed chords from being out of practice. Voices rusty because its been so long since we sang together at the top of our lungs because we were young and we could.

I don’t know why I’m with these particular 7 people on this particular night, but so much yay because I am.